The Spider King and His Baby
Long time ago I had fallen down into a craven inside this spider web, form taking a hike. I had a broken arm when I fell. I was about 17 at the time. He had taken me in and since then I've been force to live with him as his son. I'm 20 and this has been going on for years.
Today I finally escape. Well technically it's nighttime when I escape. Last night before the sun came up. I've been on the run since this morning, because he does not like the sunlight, so he rarely comes out during the day, but we're up during the day.
I run as quickly as possible thoughout the trees, trying to find the camping grounds I know somewhere near the craven I had lived three years of my life in. I was so scared, my heart racing as my feet race. I couldn't stop now, nightfall was just about to fall, and that damn spider can move FAST faster then I can. When I CAN see. It was had enough getting out of the bed without moving it to much, hard enough sneaking a shard of glass in my pocket before I was tied up and put to bed. I have to make sure I get far enough in the limited amount of time I get.
Soon night falls. No signs of the spider. I have to keep moving. Even tho I'm exhausted and tried. I have to get away form the web,
And 15 Miles isn't fair enough. My chest is burning. My legs were tried and about to give out.
When the moonlight reaches the middle of the sky I finally feel myself collapse on the ground, face first. I'm so exhausted and hurting, I begin to crawl. Only to have some weight suddenly jump on my back. "Oh butterfly. Did you really think you could run away form daddy?" A deep husky voice tells me, as I begin to shake. He found me... he found me... I told you that wasn't too far! For the king of all spiders!
"Aww your shaking. Are you scared?"
He asks curiously, in a menacing voice as he grabs me up, turning me around, to face him, lifting his weight as he does. Eight, glowing red eyes adorn his face. Black shaggy hair with dark blue skin. Two human arms, two human feet. With two more spider feet, holding me down. "You should be." He smirks evilly. "You ran away, and left me. You left in the middle of the night without my permission." He clicks his tongues a few times, calling other spiders members... great. An audience to watch as I get torture. "You know better then that, butterfly. We should get back to our home, before sun up. But I believe we have a few hours, before that time my butterfly."
His eyes seemed to narrow and darken as he calls for more spiders. "Let's see what shall your punishment be." He seemed to be thinking as I lay their flat. "Aww. I know." He states evilly as he begins to get his thread. "The one way you hate to be nested. That'll do amazingly." He says evilly, as he moves my legs into a criss cross apple sauce watch tying them together by the ankles to the kneel tightly. He then lift my upper body up as I see others like him watching. I used a spider leg to keep my and his balance. He grabs both of my arms, tying them around my back as I begin to struggle. I get one arm out of his grip and smack him right in his face.
A very very bad mistake.
"I thought I taught you better." He growls, as he grabs my face smooshing my lips together as he forces me to look him in the eye. "You know better then to struggle. You know better then to hit. Apparently you forgot when you ran away. That's fine with daddy. I don't mind punishing even more." He then leans down to my neck, causing me to whimper. "No please! Don't bite me!" I beg. It hurts so much, he simply ignores it. "You know when your struggling you get the bite with the neurotoxin." He states and bites down harshly on my neck, causing me to start to cry. The Neurotoxin he's taking about causes his victims of me to either get into a false sense of comfort one he likes using especially when I'm not being bad, or paralysis you for a few hours. I actually could tell which he used, cause it felt as if a hot iron was being introduce into my veins. I begins to struggle even more but it slows down as he pulls away, licking my blood off his lips. "Such a naughty little boy tonight. I wonder what has gotten into you." He then grabs my other arm and, putting it behind my back with my other. He begins to weave them together. He goes form my elbows to my hands. For some reason I put something inside my hands. I don't know what it is... until he squeezes it and it squeaks its the fucking teddy bear he ties me up with... if it's behind my back whole tying me up for a punishment. That normally means it'll be extremely painful.
After he was down tying their he lays me back down. He uses his claws and begins to rio my shirt and pants off. Causing me to go bright red. All of these spiders were just watching as he communicates with them as he works my clothing. "You seemed not to understand who owns you, butterfly. Who's property you are." He flips me over to my stomach. He begins to trace some old scarring I had that he did a week after I met him. He begins to hum menacing, as he does so. Being completely naked and having my ass play with. "Maybe it's because you haven't been able to go potty in a while." He announces, as he hands leaves my bottom to get somethings he comes to my mouth, smirking. "Bite down on this. It'll help with the next thing." He held his web in front of my mouth, more then likely planning on tying it behind my head. I redundantly Bite down on it, and he does what I thought he might. Tie it behind my head.
He then goes back down and begins to trace the old letters of his name into the old scarring, causing me to cry out and struggle as much as I can. "Theirs that way we can know who you are." After he was done I was breathing heavily as tears fall down my face, into the cold hard ground. He then turns me back to facing him, smirking. "Now this next bit will hurt quite a lot." He brings his index finger up to the stop of my chest, sharp and pointy, amazing at cutting rope.
He begins to draw his claws down my chest, causing an muffled scream by me and more tears. "Oh butterfly. If you weren't naughty this wouldn't have happened and to expect tomorrow is your birthday and you won't really be able to attend much of the party." He tells me as he finishes. It wasn't deep cut, but it caused blood. He licks up my chest, collecting the blood for his hungry belly. He brings his blood fingers to his face as he begins to kick my blood off of them.
"Will you try and run off again butterfly?@ he asks in a deep, stern, almost threatening tone. I close my eyes and shake my head. "Look at me butterfly. Now.@ he demands, causing me to quickly open my eyes. "Look at me while I'm speaking to you. Are you going to flap your wings and run away again?" He asks almost threatening, and I shake my head, keeping eye contact with me. "Good boy. Now we can stay here a few hours, and everyone can watch you, as you begin to think about what you did that got you here." He tells me as he stands up. "In a few hours the toxin will be going away and you will apologise to everyone." He then makes a web in all the trees surrounding us. He was going to catch a meal as I laid here in pain.. medication
