Spiders

Too Many Legs! Good Lord!

A SasuNaru Freaky-Deaky Drabble

Composed by: iKoffeeholic

iKoffeeholic's Word: My oneshots and drabbles were supposed to be based on food, but with all the testing going on at school, I can't write regularly (read: I study like an Asian). So I'm pulling from my Halloween stash—something I was saving for later. Enjoy, because if you don't, the spiders will get you!

Spiders Too Many Legs! Good Lord! Spiders Too Many Legs! Good Lord!

His raven-haired captor left him there all alone.

Naked.

Freezing.

Powerless.

His captor only whispered one thing into his ear before he unlocked a box and lifted its lid, "They seem to prefer blondes over anything else. I'm sure they'll enjoy you…"

Doom was impending. The inhabitants of the box eagerly greeted the captive by climbing onto the table, foul, silky threads trailing behind them. Each had eight little legs marching across every inch of him, pricking his once tan skin and sending chills down his spine as he lay there, tightly strapped onto the metal table. Their little red eyes, although barren, seemed to gleam with a hunger for his flesh. Not a soul could hear his cries of terror since he had been locked in that room.

He knew that those creatures would the end of him. He had screamed himself hoarse, feeling as if his vocal cords had torn themselves into permanent silence. His eyes leaked tears of agony, drawing the spiders to his whiskered cheeks.

They crawled into his blue eyes to spit their venom and into his mouth to lay their eggs. They spun acidic webs into his blonde hair, disintegrating each strand with fibre. He found himself in a coughing fit trying to get them out of his throat; blood was the only thing he could expel. His skin began to burn and bleed, but due to the restraints, he couldn't do a thing about it.

Then there was clicking sound coming from behind the heavy metal door. His captor had returned with a needle-tipped syringe in his hand.

The blonde forgot about the creatures for a quick second and looked up at him with wide eyes.

"This shouldn't hurt a bit." The captor ran an ungloved hand over the blonde's flaccid, web-covered cock and brushed the eight-legged nuisances out of the way. The blonde squirmed on the table as the needle plunged into his testicles. When he tried to scream out, he only coughed up more blood with a few of those creatures.

"They're eating me from the inside!" he raspingly croaked as he felt his innards being nibbled at.

"It shouldn't be much longer for you," said the captor. "The drug should be taking effect now."

Suddenly, the blonde's body went limp. Then he immediately went into a seizure, shaking some of the creatures off the table. Blood poured from his nose, dribbled from his lips, and trickled from his eyes onto his whiskers. He took a slow blink, and when he opened his eyes again, they were no longer that heavenly blue.

He looked at his captor with glowing red eyes.

"What the…the spiders…?" he hissed.

"You're all better now," said the captor as he undid the restraints and left the blonde alone in the room again.