Caught
You wandered too close to the silk. Now she's wrapped you up warm, and leaving is the one thing she won't allow.
You wandered too close to the silk. Now she's wrapped you up warm, and leaving is the one thing she won't allow.
Soft triggers and a whispered count as the threads draw in around you, slow, patient, inevitable.
Every arm a different kind of held. A long, warm descent into being exactly as wanted as you feared.
An audience with the widow queen. Kneel low enough and she might decide you're worth keeping.