His Destined Queen
On the tips of each leg, they appear to be more like claws as she pulls her way to the tip of the tub, but I know by three perfect red shiny circles lined down her back, she is no other than the deadly black widow.
The way they moved their antennas back and forth at me and glared with their beady eyes. I know that I am lunch. I look for a door, but there isn’t one, only four squares. More spiders emerge from the pipe. Nausea churns within my stomach and creeps up to my throat.
To my side, I ball up my fist and close my eyes. "Enough!" I scream out at the top of my lungs.
A deep low growl, followed by a hint of earthy scent covers and foul smells. I jump when a spark brushes against my forea
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