(Warnings for PLATONIC yandere themes, kidnapping, etc. If you read my Demonstober prompts from last year, then you'll recognize this as a non cannon sequel to my Drow monster prompt.)
There was so many silk threads.
So many sticky traps
So many ways making it impossible for you to escape from the mountain now that you insisted on traveling over it's dangerous path to new places not herding the warnings that were given to you. You should heeded them because now that they had you, they weren't willing to let you go.
Especially HIM.
"Look mother!" Pale hands held up a small cricket to her dull eyes. "I caught another cricket. They're supposed to be good luck."
Blank eyes looked at him and the expectation on his face for her to answer. Long since her eyes had been turned to match the rest. Her skin turned pale, her hair turned white, red circles speckled her face- Her skin wasn't even her own anymore. Her person wasn't even her anymore. Kidnapped by the drow and forced to play a part like a play.
"I love you, Mother."
