Struggle!
The one word that echoes loudest in my mind.
There are others like: kick, scream, flail.
But only one even comes close and it sounds as a low bass, reverberating inside of my skull.
It pounds to the point of hurting.
Escape... it whispers to me, deep and haunting.
I wiggle, and try to pull my limbs free, but all I end up doing is beckoning her.
There she is now, creeping closer and closer.
Her hairy legs send a shiver up my spine, similar to the one I must have sent up the line.
Her hungry jaws snap together, menacing.
And her many eyes stare down at me, laughing.
She's almost upon me! Quick! Struggle! Escape...
But there is nothing to be done, she's standing over me now, prodding at me with her sticky feet.
I will not stop fighting, even though it is futile.
I shouldn't have flown straight into her trap, her Webweave.
