You turn and run off through the jungle, heading right, hoping the racket the croc is making will cover the few sounds of your flight. It seems to work; the crashing and thumping begins to fade with distance.
But then your running ends abruptly, your body jerking to a spread-eagled stop with a suddenness that draws a startled cry from you. You feel as though you’ve run into a stretchy and sticky blanket; you can feel it coating the entire front of your body, clinging to your face, your heaving breasts, your belly, and your kicking legs…
You try to get loose, but the stuff is tough… very tough, actually… in fact, as you squirm against it, you realize it’s getting more and more wrapped around your limbs and body…
You blink around helplessly, grateful that your eyes are able to open despite the stickiness over them. However, after a few blinks, you realize you’re having a tough time doing even that… in… in fact… in fact, all of a sudden your eyelids get stuck in an open position… your eyes start to water as you try helplessly to blink, but can’t…!
And then, to your horror, you watch it slowly come down from the trees above, its large body sliding gracefully down along the length of a thin glistening strand. Eight spindly legs with a thin layer of hair move slowly around as it touches the ground, and it drops to stand on those eight legs, holding up its large abdomen behind it. A small head with two fanged mandibles faces you, and eight beady black eyes stare at you.
You stare back into those eyes and squirm helplessly against substance you ran into… its web. You whimper fearfully, knowing very well what this spider, which is as large as you, intends for your juicy flesh.
There is no escape… and with your eyelids stuck open, you can’t even close your eyes as it walks slowly toward you. You whimper and moan in fear before finally losing all restraint and screaming as the arachnid’s legs touch yours. You let out a cry of pain as those fangs sink into your calf, and you writhe helplessly in the webbing as you feel a burning sensation begin spreading from the otherwise small wounds.
You keep screaming for a minute or so as the spider steps backward and just… watches you. The screaming, however, begins to weaken, as does your desperate struggling to escape its web, as the burning in your leg spreads and changes to a tingling numbness.
One minute more passes, and you’ve been reduced to soft, open-mouthed keening and weak twitches. Your entire body is tingling but feels like it weighs twenty tons. You can still feel things, but you can’t move…
Seeing that its paralytic poison has taken effect, the spider moves forward. You feel its legs pushing and prodding at you delicately for the next several minutes as it meticulously pulls your lovely quivering form free of its web a strand at a time, adding a bit here and there to completely coat you. Before long you fall to the ground, still paralyzed and glued up, and you lie there on your side, still unable to close your eyes, forced to watch as it takes the time to repair the hole you left in its web.
Finally, its web repaired, the spider walks over to you, still seeming to be taking more time than it should… taking it easy, since its delicious prey is utterly helpless. It lays a strand of glue against your scalp, and it climbs its web, and you feel yourself being lifted off the ground.
Because you can’t blink, your eyes are burning, badly… and you can’t help but see what is to be your fate. As you slide up between the branches, here and there you see little mummified bundles… animals, birds… and the feminine shape of a small woman with delicate wings. All of them are dried-out husks, but it’s the sight of that mostly-human victim that horrifies you most. Her pale, leathery flesh is pockmarked with at least a dozen twin puncture marks.
The spider hangs you up within sight of that horrible corpse… and with your eyes and mouth still stuck open because of the webbing, all you can do is twitch as the spider hangs from your body and bites into your other calf. Your eyes bulge and you emit a high-pitched whine… and twitch once more as you feel it sucking out blood there…
It doesn’t feed for long… you’re still very much alive when it crawls up your restrained body and back into the trees to rest. All you can do is twitch helplessly.
Over the next few days, you suffer through half a dozen feedings. The pain is relatively minor, really, but the utter despair is horrible. There is absolutely nothing you can do but hang there, breathe, and stare through dry eyes that eventually go blind. Eventually, however, blood loss, despair, and dehydration send you into oblivion; you finally succumb during its next feeding.
In a few more days it will have sucked your corpse dry of all its sweet fluids. You will look just like that other skeleton you were staring at the whole time… minus the wings.
Your adventure is over... it appears to have gotten permanently hung up.
