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Yasha Kumo Part FiveYasha Kumo Part 5
Sam couldn't bear to look any longer. She cried in her sticky gag at the shear terror of this creature. The only thing she could do was turn her head and close her eyes as the tear welled up in her eyes, gently falling and being absorbed into her silk prison. Kumo caressed her last meal as she smiled.
"mmm, such a sweet girl" she whispered as if trying to speak with the masticated husk.
Misty's struggles began a new as she screamed as loud as she could only to be muffled by the silk inserted into her mouth and gag.
"MMMPPHHH mmmpphhhM MMPPHHH" she cried out while shaking her head form side to side in an effort to dislodge any silk she could from her mouth.
She looked down at her cocoon. Misty struggled and squired like a worm at the end of a fish hook as she bucked. Kumo smiled at her futile attempt to break free of her sticky bindings. Sam hung her head in shame unable to save J
Yasha Kumo Part ThreeYasha Kumo Part Three
The now disguised Ms Kumo began her journey through her lair as she stopped for a brief moment to listen.
"MMMPPPHH" the voices started to come from her larder.
The muffled cries of her victims were music to the evil creature's ears. Sam continued to squirm and struggle in her silk cocoon. Her blood slowed to a trickle as her gag soaked up most of the blood. She moved her head back and forth stretching her neck out the best she could, but the result was always the same. The cocoon would appear to stretch and pull a bit but would just snap back onto her form and cause her to bounce a bit. Sam looked over at the cocooned girls. They hung their heads and let out an occasional whimper but had clearly given up any hope of escape. Sam's eyes couldn't bear to watch her friends in their sticky situation. She cried as she looked into the corner. The hollowed out r
Yasha Kumo Part twoYasha Kumo Part Two
Jennifer's heart felt like it was going to pop out of her chest as she pulled into the drive way of her home. She still couldn't believe what she saw. Her teacher was able to produce that sticky film from out of nowhere? It felt like a nightmare but she wasn't entirely sure what was real any more. Jennifer placed her head on the steering wheel and covered her face with her shaking hands. A warm glow came from her home.
"Thank God, Daddy must be home" She said as she wiped the tears from her eyes.
Jennifer locked her car and fumbled with her key trying to find the house key. She was still so very excited over the whole ordeal. She slipped the key into the keyhole and slowing opened the door. The frightened girl peaked her head in the door way. She was happy to see her parents but at the same time was not sure about telling them why she was out of the house past curfew. Her parents were quietly sitting in the living room watching tv. They held each other
To depression, for creating days without endWake up to the realization that you've been awake
for seconds, minutes, hours.
You've been awake in this warm, dark room
and you don't know how long it's been
but now you're conscious
and it starts again--
the pain, strong and steady, in your chest.
You gain consciousness in this too warm morning
and your thoughts whir in endless loops
because it's either that or face the weight in your chest.
Light breaks though the window, soft and unwelcome
but you take it as a reluctant gift--
a new distraction from the feelings awake in your chest.
Awake, but not conscious.
So you think yourself in circles a little while longer
waiting for those quiet pains
(the constant reminder)
to gain consciousness.
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