You decide that you might as well satisfy that urge of yours, and you walk over. Looking at it up and down, you can see that it appears to be holding something inside it, possibly another human. Whatever spider created this had a lot of time on its hands, and wanted to make a very strong cocoon. Just the simple thought of such a strong, tight cocoon of web made your mouth curl into a smile. You just had to touch it. You reached out to it, wanting to touch the web, needing to touch the web, you had to…
When your hand brushed against the silky web, you felt yourself being pulled in, slowly being dragged closer to it. Something in your mind told you this was normal, and none of you resisted. Smile still holding strong, you let the cocoon pull on your arm, drawing your body in closer, closer. Its threads wove around you, binding you, holding you so tightly. Your head gazed out, eyes glazed over, as the cocoon settled around your body, holding you so very tightly, reaching possessive levels of grip. You felt so safe and secure. It was nice. So nice. It was time to sleep. Give up your essence. You were food.
You were caught in a cocoon trap that preyed on your suggestion, effortlessly binding you within and making you the occupant of the effectively self imposed prison. The inhabitants of the caverns will feed on your body for years to come, and your sleeping body will enjoy the subconscious sensations of such feedings.
