Nearly fifteen minutes you have kept your hand underneath her. You pull it out. Smells...meaty. You don't look forward to getting up close and personal with that later. Why exactly is she sitting on your hand? This isn't really the time to be asking questions. Does she have to be Asian? Yes, yes she does.
A hand on your shoulder. Another Asian, this time a short man with an almost perfectly spherical head and he's telling you that you need to come with him. There's an even shorter Asian woman behind him. You don't know how but you know it must be his wife. The one on your hand starts to get impatient. You know you shouldn't just take off like this, but the little man seems to mean business. Down a hill, into some woods. Leaps, bounds. Still the smell of flesh. The short man is at your side, his wife seeming to have fallen behind. He's carrying two door frames. You offer to help him and he gratefully allows you to do so. Now, time to climb over an embankment but you'll need to watch out for the snakes, there's quite a few about. Over the embankment and it all becomes clear. This is why he's brought you here. Now...you have the powers of a spider. Leaps, bounds, legs.
It's her again. Does she know? You leap high in the air. You can see your own reflection in the aether surrounding you. You move all your legs in perfect unison, an irresistible mating dance. Ah, yes it's working. She looks different this time, but you know it's the same person. She is not resisting. The barb enters and her eyes glass over. You wake up. You try to remember as much as you can about what just happened and you write the fragments here.
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