Optimus fought against the sticky strands holding him immobile, but the more he struggled, the tighter the trap became. Above him, Blackarachnia perched like a predator in her natural element, fangs bared in a sharp grin. Her laugh was soft, dangerous.

“Oh, I won’t let you go this time,” she whispered, lowering herself down the strands until her face was level with his. “You’ll stay with me… forever.” Her claws traced across his chestplate, and her optics glimmered with a twisted hunger. “And soon enough… you’ll be just like me.”