12 Legs Beneath The Sheets - Ch.1

Samuel yawned wide and stretched each of his eight legs. His eyes began to adjust to the dark of the hovel he?d wandered into the night previous before promptly falling into a slumber. Or at least, he believed it a hovel. In the dim light of night, a warm hole is a warm hole. And a warm hole had never lead him wrong before. Besides, his sense of touch was a far greater asset than his eyes. Of which, each was worse than the last, save the left middle one, which was sharp as ever.That eye had just begun to adjust to his new home when a mountainous moan rocked the hovel. Samuel flattened himself against the wall with a soft splat. He was surprised to find his legs had slipped into a viscous liquid, and pulling one away brought with it strands of the wetness, stretching until they finally broke. That infernal wetness, why on earth would anyone want to inhabit such a place, Samuel thought. But, even as he was cursing his situation, his leg hair prickled, coming alive as his sensory hairs took in the growing sweet smell. Suddenly captivated, Samuel dipped one of his legs back into to the growing pool of the slimy substance beneath his legs and brought it kocaeli escort bayan to his mouth.What most people may not know about being a spider is that one of the best parts is consuming your own web. It is absolutely euphoric, an all-encompassing feeling, like being submerged in perfectly warm water. Samuel?s abdomen shivered in ecstasy at the memory, and again as the substance reached his stomach. Perhaps the beginnings of worry forming within him weren?t justified after all.As if to explicitly to refute his changing mind, the moan came again. Louder this time. Samuel?s leg hair prickled, and he gripped tighter at the ground beneath his feet. But as soon as he felt he?d achieved a sufficient hold, the entire hovel began to move. The ground lifted and rotated, sending Samuel crashing into what had a moment ago been the ceiling. In a panic, he shot a strand of web at the wall, but it fell limp, unable to adhere to the moist surface. The ceiling - now ground - moved again, swaying back and forth. Samuel flattened himself, trying not to get lost in the saccharine smell he?d pressed his face into. When the hovel has seemed to settle, Samuel?s kocaeli sınırsız escort self-control faltered and he took a little more of the wetness into his mouth. Incredible.Smack! The sound was far closer than any before. It - whatever it was - was getting closer, and was now directly outside the entrance. There was nowhere to run. Samuel prepared himself for a fight. He stood to his full height, the hair on his legs standing at attention. He barred his fangs at the entrance, and lifted his two front legs. Ready.Smack! Smack! Smack! The moan came again. Samuel, being a spider, had known hardship. After all, what spider hadn?t? Humans and their instruments of destruction were a constant, never abating threat. And unless Samuel resigned himself to the forest like so many of his brethren, he knew that the battle for survival would never end. He was okay with that, had always been okay with that. The fact is, Samuel liked the human world, liked watching their interactions. Admittedly from afar. And he liked that his world with them was an ever-changing adventure. Each new day brought new challenges, and new izmit anal yapan escort types of food. And now, with each smack at his front door, he feared it was all coming to an end.Two fingers slammed their way into the hovel! How had any human known that he was there!? Samuel backed up as far as he could go. Fighting was a last resort. He knew he didn?t have any real chance against the human.The fingers weaseled their way inside again, this time curling and massaging the floor in front of him. Stupid humans, Samuel thought, that rubbing motion wouldn?t hurt him even if he had been caught beneath it. The hovel began to rock violently underneath the fingers. And just when Samuel thought he might be thrown free by the motion, the fingers stopped their assault, and retreated through the front door. A brief beam of light lit up Samuel?s surroundings. They were a dull, glistening pink. This was no hovel, Samuel realized as the terror began to build in him again. What had he wandered into?Light poured in as the assault began again, and was quickly blocked out by a great purplish weapon, no doubt one fashioned by humans specially for his destruction. It sped inside, nearly catching him! Samuel smashed himself against the far wall. The weapon retreated, then came again, closer, and with more force. It seemed that no matter how hard the weapon tried, it could not reach him. Was he the luckiest spider in the world? Would he survive this peril.