Spider-Man

Spider-Man was trapped in a tangled web, but not of his own making. He'd been there for so long, with so little respite, that he wasn't even sure how many years it had been. All that he knew was that the lattice of thick ropes criss-crossed, digging into his skin, making movement impossible, no matter his spider-strength.

He waited there, knowing that his mistress would be coming soon, taunting him, teasing him. He hoped he'd finally get to use his web-shooter, but he could only use it if she allowed it, and while she often suggested she might, she rarely did. Even if she were to have mercy upon him this day, he knew that he'd have to please her first. With no power came great responsibility.

His spider-sense tingled, followed immediately by ever nerve and sinew. His mistress must be approaching.