Eyes slowly open, you come to the realisation that you can't move. Webs wrap around and constrict your every limb, staying firm no matter how hard you tug and struggle. They stick to your body, not budging despite your desperate wriggling. After a moment of mindless flailing, you have the sense to look at your surroundings. Terror fills you as you do so, blood running cold.

Fleeing wasn't enough. Thick webs encase the surrounding area, covering every inch of her territory. She had found you. Caught you.

"Witchling." Her voice echoes through the area. It's such a sweet nickname, yet it makes your stomach churn and tears well in your eyes. Unfiltered fear is all you feel.

"Did I do something wrong?" Phage takes calloused steps towards you, able to move freely in her own webs. Your relationship had always been exhausted. Suffocating, even. Breaking up with her should have been easy. You had family in the inner-rings you could go to, and she seemed calm at the time. Unfortunately, you forgot to account for her... unsavory moods-swings.

She'd never let you leave. Never let you rest.

"I don't understand. Why did you run? You... love me, don't you?" Her eyes are filled with a put-on sorrow, but you can see the coy smile creeping onto her face.