She's like a spider in need. A stomach she needs to feed. Making webs to satisfy her greed. Her ears waiting for pleads. The food will always comply eagerly. Not knowing the spider smiling naughtily. Or the fangs prepared to feast on them happily. And soon they'll find themselves crying out painfully. -------------------- "Spider. Shadow. Murderer. Call me whatever you want. But you'll know me as your Gehenna."