World's End, Webbed Fantasy

The spider's web shimmers in the apocalyptic twilight, its silken strands vibrating with anticipation. The last human standing, a woman, runs, her heart pounding in her chest. The spider's shock-inducing touch sends waves of pleasure-pain coursing through her veins. She falls, panting, as the spider's legs explore her quivering body. Its fangs graze her neck, and she gasps, feeling the creature's hunger for her flesh, her essence. She surrenders, lost in the taboo dance of predator and prey.

• spider
• shocker

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