Chapter 8
by 
legion1986
Something in the Grass
The Hidden Snare
Mia carefully slipped past the next visible strand, eyes locked on the gleaming thread swaying just inches from her chest. She felt proud — steady — sure of herself again.
Then came the faintest whisper of sound.
Her sneaker brushed something softer than grass, a glint of silver hidden among the green. The silk clung instantly to her shoe, a near-invisible trap sprung in silence.
The model’s delighted laugh echoed through the open hall. “Oh, sweet Mia…” she cooed, stepping forward with the basket in hand. “The web always hungers where you’re not looking.”
She crouched low beside Mia, voice a sultry whisper as her fingers traced the line of the captured silk. “Shoes off, darling. The web has claimed them. Let’s see how you dance in your socks now.”
Mia’s breath caught. Reluctantly, she untied her sneakers, placing them into the waiting basket. The model tilted her head, a playful smirk curving her lips.
“Better,” she teased, rising to her full height. “Now every step you take will feel real.”
Clothing Status
Mia: T-shirt, shorts, sports bra, thong, socks
Basket: Hoodie, Sneakers