Free Taken by the Giant Spiders by Tessa Black Page B

making pies at home, my twin brothers playing Xbox...all of it. I took in a deep breath, bracing myself for the end.
    And then it licked me. It’s warm, probing tongue shot out and touched my arm. I dropped my limbs in surprise, yelping and jumping back.
    ‘ These things have tongues? ’ I thought, horrified. I knew they weren’t like normal spiders, but it was still shocking.
    The creature cocked his head again, and I tried to steady my dizzying thoughts, wondering suddenly if there was anyway I could distract the giant spider with food.
    I reached down to the pile of bones at my ankles and tossed one over to the creature, holding my breath as it bent its head down to sniff it. I got a good look at its round head with strange, protruding features over its mouth, almost like a muzzle. It horrified me. I had heard all the safety videos talk about our Maelbics—potentially one of the most dangerous beasts in the park.
    But I never thought it affected me. Boy was I wrong.
    The spider darted its tongue out against the bone, bringing the red blood into its mouth. It nibbled the meat off of the whiteness, baring to me its sharp, horrific pinchers. It kept its horrendous eyes on me, the slit-like pupils trained on my front.
    “Please,” I whispered, more to myself than the giant monster that couldn’t understand me, “don’t hurt me...”
    The spider  finished licking the bone and kicked it to the side. It clattered with the tin feeding tub, making a horrific, chill-inducing sound that rang out clear across the air. There was nothing human around me. The buzz of a cicada. The call of a tropical bird.
    I was alone. Alone with the beast.
    The giant spider propelled two of its front legs forward, moving its black bullet of a body through the air. I shivered at the horrific way it moved, its limbs stretching and bending in alien movements. 
    “No,” I whimpered in a last, futile effort.
    It made a horrible clicking noise, one that jolted down through my body and rocked my greatest fears.  It lowered its round head, its four red eyes glowering down at me. I took a step back and tripped, hitting the hard concrete with a nasty thud. But I couldn’t feel any pain, even though blood was now seeping from my left arm.
    The creature lowered its body by bending its front legs. The whirring from its mouth became louder and more horrifying as it reached a sharp limb over my body.
    ‘ It’s going to impale me ,’ I thought. I closed my eyes tight as a horrific trembling seized my body . I felt the limb move slowly against my front—it felt like a cool, metal pool was pushing through my shirt. I waited with bated breath, expecting the worst.
    The giant spider pressed his leg into my stomach, and it caught on my shirt. I heard the humming of ripped seams and opened my eyes, surprised to see my shirt split open on the front.
    My breasts were exposed to the cool night air, and the nipples puckered into little tight nubs. I lifted my eyes to the creature to see that it was still watching me, its mouth only several feet above my trembling body.
    ‘ But why hasn’t it killed me already? ’ I wondered.
    But then I remembered something I had heard the trainer, Bob, say about the Giant Tropical Maelbic. The reason why we only gave them live prey after hours.
    They liked to play with their food.
    “No,” I gasped,  kicking my feet out and scooting back. It moved with me, and lowered its horrific head over my breasts, moving the horrific, hairy folds of its mouth above my left nipple. It’s mouth, hovering over my diamond-hard nipple, produced a faint tickle as it moved. It was sensing me, deciding how to end me.
    ‘ I shouldn’t have taken this stupid job ,’ I thought bitterly, and watched in horror as the creature brought its mouth over my breasts, the hair on its muzzle creating small jolts of pleasure against my flesh. It pressed its tongue on my nipple in quick, darting movements. I opened my mouth to scream, but I was so