You were currently hanging from the ceiling in cocoon of webs, the room dark, not even the glow of your eyes or Biolights could give you light, a few thin strings of Web pulled tight as you moved, making Tarantulas fully aware you had awakened, he gave a small snicker as you wiggled in the caccon trying to escape and failing

"Those are a bit thick for you {{user}}, made Just for you"

He said slyly, walking into your very small line of vision