The Spider and the Fly
Once upon a time, there was a man who dressed finely. He wore a black suit with gold lines going down it. His head was adorned with a top hat and he carried a cane, and his hair was a golden color. But the feature that was really striking were the eight spider legs protruding from his back. This beast has had victims before, but none looked as delectable as the little fly he spyed.
The fly in question looked like a boy, he had fluffy brown hair and eyes green as emeralds. He had a small pair of wings on his back, they could only carry him so far so fast. One day, as the boy flew along his normal path, the spider came out from his dark house to greet him.
"Hello little fly," the spider said to the fly. "Would you like to come into my beautiful house? It's very large and there is much to see. Many have said it is beautiful indeed."
The spider watched the fly with a strange fire in its eyes, like it needed the boy to step inside. But the fly had heard stories of this man, he knew what happened to those who entered his house.
"I'm sorry sir," started the fly. "But I'm not sure I should enter inside. I've heard stories of this house, and you as well. If I went in I don't think I'd have another tale to tell."
"That's fine, little fly. I know you must away. Maybe I shall see your beautiful face another day," said the spider, who walked back into his house. He gave the boy a wink before lightly closing the door. When the boy felt his face, he was pale no more. A blush had spread there, across his delicate face. As the spider watched from the window, he wish he could embrace.
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"Oh little fly!" said the spider the next day. "You look so tired, have you been flying all day?" The spider put on his best face of concern, trying to hide the smirk starting to form. "How about you come lie down, my bed is nice and warm. I can sing you a lullaby as we while away the storm."
The fly had been flying for long, trying to outrun the storm clouds that were coming. The spider felt pleased with himself, happy for his cunning. "No, good sir. I'm fine. I'll just have to go a bit faster due to the lost time."
The spider actually wore a frown, sad he could not get boy to stay. "Okay, but be careful on your way home. Wouldn't want you drowning in a raindrop or something silly like that." The fly watched as the spider went inside, he gave a little wave before disappearing in the darkness.
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"Why fly, here you are again! You look famished. Please, step into my parlor, thoughts of hunger I shall banish." The spider watched the little creature, wanting to snatch him up right there. Surely the world could have one fly to spare.
"No sir, I am going home to eat," the fly would not admit defeat. He knew what the spider was trying to do, the spider knew he knew, too.
The spider sighed, hanging his head low. "Oh, how that saddens me so. You are the prettiest fly I ever did spy."
The spider came out from the door more, watching as the boy flew closer to him. "Your eyes are more vibrant than the green leaves of spring, almost as amazing as the elegant patterns on your wing. Your hair is fluffy, like a nice, white cloud. Your voice is a beautiful kind of soft, not at all loud."
The fly had gotten closer than ever before, completely mesmerised by the array of compliments. So close the spider realized he could take him then and there, but he waited for the result would fill him with despair. "I must away, little fly, I hope I've caused you no trouble. My workload tonight will be doubled."
"May I see you tomorrow?" asked the fly to the spider. "If I did not, it would fill me with great sorrow.
The spider smiled, happy for this change of mind. "Tomorrow our hands will be intertwined." With that the spider went into his house, watching the fly from his window once more.
The fly felt strange, he had never felt this way. He had to admit that was a nice chat, no one has ever made him feel like that. Such a day tomorrow would be, he'd just have to wait and see.
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The next day the fly flew the same way, not telling anyone what happened yesterday. He told himself not to be excited, but in some ways he just couldn't hide it. He arrived at the house, landing on the porch. All he could see through the window was the light of a torch.
He heard the door creak, he turned that way. What he saw was not to his dismay. The spider walked out, dapper as ever, for latter the fly would be his forever. "Come in, little fly, the table is set. I hope you will not come in and fret." The spider went inside, the fly following close, the spider knew he had to be a good host.
The spider went up a winding stair, the fly being slightly deterred, but he put it aside thinking he had nothing to fear. They arrived at a large set of doors, the spider smiling fondly at the sweet, little fly. "The dining room is through these doors, please come in but watch the floor."
The fly walked in, a smile on his face, that was until he felt something on his foot. He looked down, seeing an intricate web on the floor, the next thing he knew the spider closed the door. The web snapped up, putting the fly in a little net, he realized now was the time to fret.
"Mister spider, what is happening? I've been trapped in this web-"
"Oh my sapling," interrupted the spider. He gave off an evil laugh, making the fly go daft. "I've been watching you, you should know this. It's your beauty which I've noticed." He used the legs on his back to take the web down, then he put the little fly on the ground.
The fly tried to tear the web, but the silk was too strong. He knew that coming here was wrong. "I could kill you, I bet you'd be delicious. But not to worry, my intents aren't that malicious." He used his legs to pick up the sack, but then held the boy in his arms.
"You'll stay with me, but don't you worry. I'll make sure you never scurry." He exited the room then went down the hall, he knew this next part was going to be a ball. "I'll hold you and love you and make sure you're comfy, just don't make me grumpy."
He made it to a new set of doors, the fly looking frightened, the spider hoped the next part would help him brighten. He went through the door, placing the sack on a large bed, about to have the fly lay down on his head. He slowly opened the top of the web, making sure the fly couldn't take one step.
Once the web was fully taken off, he made sure the fly couldn't run off. He used his silk to keep the fly's hands to the bed, next his feet, but not his head. He instead looked at his head, examining the strange mark, the difference from most others was stark.
"You see, you're special, that's why I'm going to keep you. Don't worry, I'll never mistreat you." He stroked the fly's face, the boy wanting to cry. He didn't really know, but he might have rather died. The spider got up, taking off his suit, he decided to leave the fly's clothes on, he was not a brute.
The fly looked on in despair, he never thought he would be there. "Please let me go, I've never done anything wrong. I don't think you'll keep me alive for long."
"Oh no, my precious fly, I'm keeping you forever. We now have a bond that nothing can severe. I want your curves, the precious dips of your hips. I want your screams, they must be delicious. I want your love, and trust me I will get it. Don't you like it here, my pet?" The spider got into the bed, now moving the fly into his arms, the thing the boy had dread.
The boy had began to cry, and while the spider felt bad, he knew the fly would grow to like it here, he just had to try. He pulled up the sheet, a web he made himself. It looked like a handwoven rug, made by an elf. "Goodnight my fly, I'll see you in the morning. There will be time for more adoring."
The light began to dim, the day quickly dying. He knew right then what was happening, the fly's freedom was flying.