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Peering through the darkness of my threaded encasing, I witnessed the venom oozing between the clefts in the muddy clod where isolated blades of grass protruded out the sides. The toxin sizzled onto my skin, and the smell of burning flesh invaded my nostrils. Hanging upside down and struggling for liberation, I could not set myself free. Each abrupt jerk only entangled me more definitively.
Movement was impossible. As the spider approached, my body jostled dangerously within the web. Sharp piercings jabbed into the side of my neck, and my muscles tensed as more venom leaked into the wound. My last breath was breathed.