Mark looked around, he felt dizzy and his vision was about hazing. “A-am I alive?” He questioned. Mark got a hold of his senses, he tired to feel the ground, but couldn’t, he then noticed that he was flying, he had wings. “Oh my…” Mark remarked, “this gunk transformed me…I’m not sure how, but it feels almost…natural.” But before Mark could examine anymore, he was quickly pinned down by a spider-like creature. “Oh no, not you guys again!” Mark sighed, “hing, gah!” Mark tried to push the beast off, but had found himself very weak. “M-my arms…” the beast then laughed, “moth’s don’t have strength, they are known for being quite weak” the spider fur informed. Mark was flipped over, the spider fur crossed his arms behind his back. The beast began to aplenty a sticky substance on to his hands and arms, it was webbing. Mark could usually break out just fine, but now is as powerless as a normal moth.

The spider fur spread the web and stuck Mark to the celling. Mark dangle up there for a while, he tried to break free, but the webs were too strong. Mark then noticed more spider fur, along side the first one. “Are you *gulp* going to eat me?” Mark trembled. “Oh no, we have other plans in mind!” Said one of the spider furs.

The beast crawled up the walls and on top of the celling. They inched up close to mark and grinned. Mark struggled to get free, but it was no use. The only part of his body that was stuck were his legs and feet, but he soon realized why. One of the spider furs was near his feet, the fur grabbed his foot and started to tickle it. “Phhh AHAHAHAHAH! STOP STOHOHOHOP!” Mark begged. The furs just laugh. “With your hypersensitive soles, you’ll be our slave in no time.”

Mark screamed at the top of his lungs in laugher. He couldn’t stop, he begged again and again for mercy, but didn’t get a second to breath.

Mark couldn’t think straight, his mind was breaking and there was nothing he could do about it. All his memories erased, and his thoughts were off his eternal ownership. Mark had soon broke, and when he did, his face blushed the brightest red it had ever blushed!

The spiders had won, the pulled Mark down from the celling. They kept his hands bound together. “Slave!” One spider ordered as he laced the ground with web. “Walk forward and get stuck for our pleasure.” Mark obeyed, he stepped forward and could only feel his sensitive feet collide with the gooey, sticky web. Mark had gotten stuck and was forced to struggle for hours. It didn’t phase him, really, he rather enjoyed it…and he’ll continue to enjoy it, for the rest of his life…