Rejected Omega Princess: Meet My Overprotective Brothers
A third circled the flickering outline between them, tightening every time she tried to reach outward.
The web hummed, a low, hungry sound.
“Come, little spider,” a voice whispered.
It didn’t come from above or below. It came from everywhere at once, sliding along the threads, seeping into the gap between my teeth.
“What?” I rasped.
I tried to move.
My body didn’t answer.
Both versions of me remained bound, caught.
“You’ve crawled so far,” the voice murmured, almost fond. “Out of cages. Out of graves. Out of your own fear. All the way to the center of my work.”