The horror.
Oh, God, the horror.
Those fuzzy legs creepily moving down the table, those large, intimidating fangs covered in venom, those eight eyes of death staring deeply at him.....
What more could've been asked?
But it was what he wanted.
And as the tarantula's legs curled around the permeated air of fear, touching the mahogany table with a faux gentle touch (How it sickened God and his angels! The work of the devil, that arachnid was!), the child stared deeply while the thought, that horrifying thought, had still mesmerized his mind.
The child's lips trembled and his skin crawled.
He had to touch it.
He held his hand out to the edge of the table, and the spider was hesitant. It paused as if analyzing the situation. Then, with a simple movement, the child felt like screaming
The feel of the tarantula crawling on his hand was overwhelming. His palm was covered in sweat in the span of seconds, and the hairs upon his arms stood up on end. There were no tears and no voice came out of his tiny throat.
Almost on instinct, the boy raised the spider to his lips. He gazed almost lovingly into it's eyes as if staring at the face of God. His fingers curled around it's abdomen (Oh God let it be over already!) and slowly opened his mouth.
Surely there must've been another way to conquer such fear!
Surely there must've been another way to not fear a spider!
Yet the kid was determined.
He felt the spider's touch the corners of his mouth and his tongue.
His warm breath caused the tarantula to reel back in shock, but his hand would not stop lowering down....Down...
A flash of fangs.
A grotesque squish.
If the spider could've made any sort of noise, it would've been a howling, piercing scream in pure agony, like the souls of the damned wailing in the maw of Hell.
The boy felt the warm, bitter hemolymph dripping down his lip, it coating the insides of his teeth, his tongue, his cheeks..
He could feel it slowly travelling down his gullet.
He could feel the spider squirming in agony, those pathetic legs wiggling like a worm caught in a bird's beak, he could feel those fangs frantically trying to bite his tongue in retaliation to no avail, he could feel the fear leaving his body after so many years of the burden on his shoulders....
his mind was deadening and his thoughts were flashing. Why would you do it? Don't you...How could you...
The child swallowed the lifeblood of the writhing beast, feeling it's hairy limbs thrashing about in his mouth. His teeth clamped down once again on the spider, and those damned legs finally stopped twitching.
His eyes bulged wide as the sickening taste of it's flesh was overwhelming.
The boy gulped audibly, feeling it slide down his throat.
But with it, with the spider's mangled corpse, he swallowed the fear.
Yes, the fear was gone.
Shoved deep into his stomach.
The fear was gone.
But now he became what he feared.
Not a spider.
Not a tarantula.
A monster.
I WAS JUST BORED SO I THOUGHT I'D DO IT. MAYBE THIS ISN'T AS SCARY BUT HOPE YOU ENJOYED?
