The Spider Witch

People played into my trap all the time. It was fun; playing with them like puppets as they screamed for their loved ones and died by whatever I felt like killing them with. One of my last ones had a sword, which was all too fun to mess with. One had the audacity to come at me with a gun, so I strangled him within seconds. His daughter a few seconds later.

With my magic, I could do many things. Obviously, I could play with my webs to entertain myself. On top of that, I had a limited sense of telling the future. That was how I could always expect when another pathetic hero would waltz into my lair to die and clutter up that corner with his skeleton. One day, as I was moving one of my precious puppets, I could see that I was to die. A hero would finally come that could defeat me in hopes of saving his sweetheart that would only last him a year before she would betray him.

It was cute, almost.

I had a couple of days before the poor soul would get there, so I spent the time preparing. If I was going to die, I might as well do it in style, right? I thread together a new outfit, just for this special occasion. A sleek, black dress with a slit going far up my thigh and a cut down the chest to reveal just the perfect amount of cleavage. The sleeves were long, with the fabric growing slowly thinner towards my hands and slowly morphing into the appearance of my beautiful spider webs. It wove around my fingers, but still gave me plenty of room for me to thread my webs freely. My high-heeled shoes morphed comfortably around my feet, creating a beautifully black cushion.

I ensured my long, thick, midnight black hair twisted and turned in the right places and the right ways to give my pale white skin a mysterious beauty. My cobalt eyes were surrounded by black makeup in the form of spider webs and my lips were black as coals to put my temporary mark on that poor hero's cheek. My long nails were painted with the black of an abyss and were perfectly sharp. I laid out my lair with my wonderful maze of clear webs only I could see. Each thread could be sharp enough to kill and strong enough to hold back even myself. It was fitting that they would be by downfall.

After I waited impatiently for quite some time, the hero's bitch finally arrived outside my lair, ensnared firmly in the trap I set out just for her. I calmly strolled out, into the unforgiving sun to find her actually trying to struggle.

"You're so adorable," I chuckled, walking up to her and she stared at me with wide, terrified eyes, stopping all of her motions in terror. She was rather pretty with dirty blonde hair that waved playfully around her face and dark pools of green eyes that could easily feign innocence. Her body was less adorable, however, as I could easily see the residue from all of the shameful acts both I and her knew full well that she had done. "It's a shame; you would make for such a wonderful trophy." With a simple wave of my hand in front of her face, she fell limp, asleep and calm. I knew I had a little time before the hero would come to set her free, so I simply carried her into my lair to set her up.

Just as the decoration was perfectly in place, her clothes torn in a way to make the poor hero think I had actually done something to the girl, I could sense the arrival of the hero. With a smirk, I hid into the shadows and allowed the girl to wake up. Apparently, waking up in several different beds in a short amount of time didn't prepare her to wake up quickly.

"Kristina!" the hero ran into the room. At first, he didn't look like much to me, just some waste of space, but he was actually rather adorable. He had ragged brown hair that gave him a boyish charm and the cutest orange eyes. He had an average build, but the way he walked and ran told me that he had a hidden strength. The oddest thing about him was the fact that he didn't hold a weapon, but there was still danger radiating off of him.

"Adam," my new decoration gave a sigh of relief and I fought not to gag.

"I-I'm here to save you," Adam stated rather obviously. Heroes were so annoying, there was a reason I never let them live. "What is holding you up there?"