JEREMY NOBODY
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One spider on the arm, another on the shoulder—a macabre symphony of torment orchestrated by the sadistic duo.
"If I were you, Mr. Woods, I would remain perfectly still. Once these spiders realize they are no longer confined within their glass sanctuary, well, let's just say it won't be a pleasant experience," the man in black warned, his voice dripping with sadistic delight. With that, he and his partner, the lady in black, turned and left Mr. Woods behind, despite his desperate pleas and agonized cries.
What ensued after their departure were muffled screams of anguish, drowned by the searing pain and torment inflicted by the spiders' venomous fangs sinking into Mr. Woods's flesh.
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