It was sticky.
No matter how much you struggled and writhed, the strands of webbing held you firmly in place. They were much too thick -- each one bigger than your forearm.
A set of amber eyes flashed a few yards away in the woods, accompanied by a low, raspy purring sound. In just a few seconds, it was on top of you. Eight long, spindly, hairy legs bracketed around your body as the drider crawled over your trapped form, his huge frame blotting out the moonlight. His movements were eerily silent, with the exception of that odd rasping sound he was making by rubbing his pedipalps together.
He brought his face down inches from yours. Little droplets of greenish venom spilled from the corners of his mouth, overflowing from his fangs making too much, the equivalent of a human drooling. His warm breath fanned your face. It had a faint, sickly-sweet aroma from the venom.
His clawed hand lightly trailed over your cheek, and the purring grew louder. "You're so small," he whispered hoarsely. "Small and soft."
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