No guts, no glory

Running away was now impossible. The two ominous eyes shone like gems just ten feet away, growing closer every second. Grey fumbled with his gadget, trying desperately to find some sort of damaging blade on it. All the while the fibrous string beneath him started to slope down from the weight of the monster before him.

His voice boomed, “Get the hell away from me!!” Strangely, the monster stopped for a second. The red eyes blinked, the ruby light snuffed out for just a second before resurrecting in the gloom. He stopped working at trying to get something other than the can opener as the monster’s terrifyingly hypnotic gaze held him. Unfortunately, it stepped forward again, its form becoming somewhat visible in the darkness.

“Get ba-” His threat died in his throat as he saw the creature’s outline. A giant spider clung to the web platform, as he had correctly guessed. In the little light, the shiny almost metallic surface of its body shone like a black star in the darkness. Each leg was about as thick as one of his arms, and no doubt just as powerful. They all clung to the glue-like strands easily as it moved effortlessly towards him.

But that wasn’t what made his words tangle in his throat. What he thought would be a giant, hairy spider’s head looking down at him was something entirely different. At the place where the head should have been on the spider, a different protrusion emerged. In the dank, even he could see that it wasn’t something that should have been on a spider in anything but mythology.

‘Oh god…Its a dryder…’

His voice failed him. Even his mind couldn’t formulate the words right. A woman’s torso extended from the spider’s front. Pale white skin marked her upper body, combating the midnight black of her lower. She stepped closer, the clicking of her legs soft and almost non-existent now. With only five feet between them, he could see all of the creature’s features. The bright red eyes stared at him from a human face, and a beautiful one at that. The soft curve of her shoulders led to her slender snow-white arms. Her hands looked so delicate, but the long nails on them gave a different impression; Blood red and glinting in the dank of the cave. Grey hoped it was the natural coloring instead of the alternative…

Grey’s eyes slid down to her chest, which was quite a sight. Apparently, the monster girl had no inhibitions about showing off her chest’s main attractions. Her pale skin accented her breasts perfectly. No tan lines or top obscured them from his view. Pure white mounds of skin, tipped with soft pink flesh made his situation seem a little less horrible. They were perfect, defying gravity as if it didn’t exist, and large enough to fill his hand, like it was meant for it. The thought penetrated his thick thoughts of fear like a knife through butter, going straight to his quickly intriguing lower body.

He didn’t notice it standing within arm’s reach of him until her red-tipped hand stretched out towards him. “Whoa! Stay back!” Grey leap backwards as best he could, the wall only a foot away being his limit. She replaced the space between them easily, continuing to reach out. Ice cold adrenalin coursed through him as her hand lightly brushed his cheek. Her eyes seemed to get dimmer, as if someone was turning down headlights in a car. Grey’s skin felt like it was frozen solid.

She spread her tangle of legs out, lowering her eyes to his. Grey couldn’t help but notice her strawberry lips and jet-black hair contrast against her pale face. The irises in her eyes were outlined in a thin black ring, but the insides were an even more prominent red. They looked into his eyes, seemingly searching for something in his soul. Her slim arms idly caressed his sides, as he stood paralyzed with his own confusion.

Lithe fingers ran down his arm, making it feel like it turned into a cloud. The only sense of touch left in his body seemed to be where her fingers touched him. They explored his limbs as she looked down as his body. Grey noticed a slight smile cross her red lips, though he didn’t know what that meant. He slight grin somehow relaxed him, if only a bit.

Suddenly, she smiled broadly at him, showing off her long fangs kept hidden behind an innocent face. His heart began to pound again in his chest like a jackhammer. The adrenalin flowing through his veins kicked in again as she looked into his eyes again, only this time drawing closer to his face. Sheer energy ran through his body, and he remembered his knife. The hand that held it trembled with the need to survive he was experiencing right now.

Remembering that this creature ate things like him daily, he gripped his knife with an iron fist. His muscles tensed as her dangerous mouth drew closer to his. She didn’t notice him drawing back his arm, with that device ready. One of her hands rested against his heart. ‘No doubt she can feel it nearly beating out of my ribs…’ Grey prayed that the knife was the tool that was out as her abnormally pointed tongue licked her lips just an inch away from his own.

As he held his knife ready, he thought about what he should do. If he could hit the creature in the belly, it might back off of him and let him escape. The problem was, Grey didn’t know where this escape was. He would have to blindly fumble around while the dryder could recover and get a little payback for it. The other option was to drop the knife and try and run… somehow. Her hands were rubbing up and down his; her face only inches away from his own. Grey could feel her sharp fingernails lightly dragging across his skin, and he could clearly see her abnormally large canines protruding from her grinning mouth.

As usually, both options sucked for Grey. But maybe he would get luck with one of them? Maybe in one-way or another…