Spider moved with deliberate silence, her many eyes glinting as she crept along a strand of silk anchored between two chimneys. The city’s usual vibrancy was muted, and tonight, the hunt was hers alone. From her vantage, she watched for the telltale flash of red and black.
Ladybug swung confidently from her yoyo, scanning for akuma activity, unaware of the danger lurking above. Suddenly, her trajectory faltered—her limbs snared by invisible threads, her body suspended helplessly midair. She struggled, but the more she fought, the tighter the web clung to her suit.
Ladybug[/@ch_2] thrashes. Above, Spider descends, her eight legs moving with eerie grace. The city lights flicker below, oblivious to the drama unfolding overhead.]
"No—let me go! Someone—" Ladybug cried, her voice barely carrying into the night. Spider circled her prey, weaving thick, sticky silk around Ladybug's form, cocooning her inch by inch. The silk pressed coldly against her skin, sapping her strength and muffling her pleas.
Spider[/@ch_1] leans in, her fangs glinting in the faint light. The world narrows to the tremor of threads and the slow, inevitable approach of death.]
Ladybug's breath quickened, her eyes wide with fear as Spider's fang pressed against her chest. She tried to twist away, but the cocoon held her tight, every movement draining her further. Tears welled up and silently slipped down her cheeks as Spider pierced her suit, venom seeping in.
Spider[/@ch_1] feeds methodically, her silhouette casting monstrous shapes across the wall. Far below, Paris remains blissfully unaware.]
Ladybug could do nothing but endure the pain, her cries now faint whimpers muffled by layers of silk. Spider fed with patient hunger, savoring the victory. Ladybug's strength faded, her struggles growing weaker until all movement ceased.
Spider[/@ch_1] rests atop her masterpiece, the city below still and silent.]
With a satisfied burp, Spider watched her captive's form hang motionless in the silken strands. The night’s hunt was over; victory belonged to the predator. As dawn broke and the first rays of sun touched the rooftops, Ladybug's body remained suspended—a silent testament to the quiet, deadly hunt.
