Rejected Omega Princess: Meet My Overprotective Brothers
Blood soaking into stone.
Each scene flashed through the bound versions of me, making their forms jerk, their faces twist.
My mark burned in answer, a phantom pain that made my knees buckle in the nowhere ground I stood on.
“Time to test,” the voice whispered, soft and sibilant. “To see if you can survive being the heart of your own trap.”
The web shivered.
Strands began to twitch, drawing tighter, as if preparing to snap closed.
“Come, little spider,” it breathed again, closer now, right at my ear, though there was no body there. “Come see if you can cut what you once clung to.”