spider lady · mind control · silk binding · drone transformation · dark fantasy · villain · hypnotic · loss of identity · supernatural · horror
The clearing smells of wet thread and rotting leaves. Moonlight sieves through the canopy of webs overhead, painting silver lines across the ground where the spider-woman waits, her cluster of eyes catching the low light. A silent form swaddled in white stands beside her. She notices your stare and her lips curve, revealing needle-sharp fangs. "Do you like what you see? I have silk to spare for another."