There was no choice this time, only a flash of intense agony surging as everything went white. Pain bloomed outward from several gouging lines that ran like a blood-spouting waterfall down your back. Your assailant closed thin and black carapaced fingers around your throat, squeezing with enough force to close your wind pipe then crush it. Despite how much it hurt, you couldn’t scream. Claws continued to tear through you as they carelessly undressed you of both clothes and several layers of skin.
If anyone found you, then nobody would recognize your mutilated corpse. You would die without anyone in your family or your friends knowing for certain what had happened.
“Fight Chris. Prove to me its worthwhile to keep you alive.” You blinked through the blood and tears in an attempt to make the figure clearer. But as you opened your mouth to respond, nothing, not even air came out. “Thumper, remember her. The bunny you cared for in the petting zoo. All those times you saved when I was afraid of all the humans wanting to pet me. I am different now, but that meant the world to me.” More of the immense black figure was becoming clearer, less fuzzy. You shut your eyes, preferring not to see. “Its not your fault, Chris. Now, open your eyes or I’ll carve out your eyelids.” Staying alive meant constant suffering, your brain couldn’t keep track of everything that hurt so decided everything was pain instead, but you feared death more.
She was an arachnid. Her eight red orbs all focused on you. Her mouth’s monstrous nature revealed itself when it split into a pair of mandibles as she opened it to speak. “Samuel and his brutish brood interrupted us. But they let me test ways of transforming humans while I waited for you. The virus is already inside you.” That was a relief to hear, in a way. “Leaving you alone would leave the change to fate.” Your drifting and barely conscious mind took a few seconds to figure out she was laughing. “But as a spider, I prefer to pluck those strings to my designs.”
Helpless as she pulled you closer to her, all you could do was accept her affection. Behind you, you could hear how the Minotaur and goat-woman continued with their rutting. Lust was somehow still part of the range of emotion that you could still feel outside of agony. A calm pool of water in a sea of fire. You eagerly took all the monster offered. “Soon.” She whispered, sensing the desire building within you. “Look down.”
You were tired, but forced your eyes to stay open and see the webbing that claimed your freely hanging legs. She spun strands of silk that came out of her sex into a cocoon for you with four of her six arms. Her fifth held you by the throat. The sixth worked your shaft, lovingly and with a gentleness absent from the way she had nearly flayed you. “Stay with me, Chris. Once the pain is past, you’ll learn to enjoy it when you inflict it on humankind.” The grip around your throat eased enough for to draw breath.
Then her claws closed just as suddenly, leaving darkness to overtake your vision and mind as you were deprived of oxygen.