The thing about a spider's web is once you enter it, there is no leaving. There is no escape. There is only inevitability. There is only the end. This final waiting, succumbing to your fate. And yet... every fly, without fail, struggles. It's useless. There is no escape from my web, these mental threads of silk holding you in place, submissive and vulnerable. You are my prey. You are my plaything. You are a fly in a spider's web... no more, no less.