Just as your clutching hands lose their grip on the shutter, a new blast of wind drives down into the chimney, throwing you in a different direction than the one you expected. You find yourself spiraling away from the vine you were aiming for, and heading straight for the shutter wire instead.
Desperately you reach for it. You end up slamming into it instead, bashing your nose against it and your large breasts jutting out to both sides as you catch the thing right in the sternum; your arms legs also stick out horizontally as the thing hits you dead center.
Though dazed, you manage to at least keep some kind of grip on the thing as you continue to fall. At the expense of a few layers of skin on your hands, you start slowing your fall somewhat, slowly, then a bit more as you throw screaming muscles into it. Surely you tear some ligaments here and there, but finally you slow, slow, slow…
Suddenly you hit something in the middle of the chimney. It stops you abruptly, making you lose your breath, and you find yourself on your stomach, still clutching that iron wire.
Dazed, you try to catch your breath, and you hang there, quivering. Your hands are burning with pain from tearing off skin, and your arms are also in pain from what can only be torn muscles and ligaments. It’s a miracle that you managed to stop your fall…
It takes you a few seconds to realize it, but finally you notice that you seem to have landed in a blanket, or something. In the dimness, you look around at it, not comprehending what it is, until suddenly you feel something move near your rump…
Frightened, you gasp and try to move. Instead you find yourself jerking helplessly, your body adhering to the “blanket” you landed on. You struggle frantically, your eyes widening in terror as you finally figure out what’s happening… but you’re already too well ensnared.
The small spider you spotted during your ascent rapidly strings out new strands as it fights to restrain the large, struggling prey that landed in its web. The strange, four-limbed, pale-skinned mammal it caught is big prey for it, but it wants to try for this meal anyway…
Were you in better shape, you might well be able to escape, since this little arachnid has no paralyzing poison… but your body is battered and broken, you’re exhausted, and you’ve landed quite firmly in the spider’s trap. It’s a long, bitter struggle, but after a while the spider finally pauses to rest, convinced that the jerking bundle in its web can no longer escape.
The spider is right. After a while, exhaustion and injuries take their toll, and though you can breathe through the spider’s webbing, you pass out. Seeing this, the fatigued spider gets to work once more, adding strands of webbing with more precision, making absolutely certain that its unusual prey won’t escape.
You wake again about an hour later. Though you can breathe through the webbing, it does muffle your cries; still, when you wake to pain you manage one loud, echoing wail as, satisfied with its wrapping job, it bites through the webs and into your rump.
You buck helplessly, just twitching really, as it sucks out a little bit of blood. It doesn’t take much… it doesn’t need much, at its size. Before long it leaves you hanging right there in its web and wanders off to do whatever it is spiders do when they aren’t eating.
Utterly restrained, you hang there for days, your feeble twitching weakening as time passes and as the spider draws out a little more blood several times a day. Something about the spells throughout Onyx’s mansion, sadly, seems to somehow sustain you a bit, so while you begin getting very thirsty and hungry, neither of the two kills you as quickly as it should.
