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There was a brief moment of panic when he gave her middle a squeeze while sleeping. It wasn't a crushing sensation, more of a light constriction. Regardless, it startled her awake. For half a second, she was ready to thrash free of her attacker when she remember who was holding her. She was amazed how nice his warmth felt and wished her life could have been normal.

  "Do you need your bandage changed?" he asked sleepily. "Did the wound open up?"

  "Go back to sleep, I'm fine," she whispered. "You need your rest if your ever going to leave this place."

  He shifted and gave her a light squeeze. The sensation warmed her to her core, filling the longing in her soul. Spiders may be solitary creatures, humans were not and that side of her begged to be held. As long as he held her, everything was fine, just fine...

  She woke again to find that he had disappeared. It made her heart sink. Not just that he had left her, he most likely ran into something deadly and perished. Yet again, something wonderful had been pulled out of her life. Perhaps it was better this way.

  There was a rattling at the door and when it opened, two people with lab coats entered, ones with insignia she didn't recognize. A few paces behind them he walked in.

  "Her arm has a deep wound, I did my best to patch it. Hopefully it's not too infected," he commented.

  Her mind shifted instantly to emotionless. When the pair walked up, they stopped out of her reach and instead he walked forward. She was carefully lifted and cradled in his arms. Part of her wanted to fight him, to thrash around and get dropped so she could escape. The other half of her, the side that won, decided to bury her face in his shoulder. It may be the last bit of warmth she felt from him, from anyone with compassion.

  Silently, the group left the medical room and continued safely to a different medical tent. Both of their bodies were thoroughly examined for damages. His body lacked any injuries, not a single scratch or slit. The stitching in her arm was replaced with more professional grade. Whoever came to rescue him also had intentions of acquiring her as well. It wasn't the same organization, the behavior was different and less rigid. They were gentle with handling and were far less cautious around her. She had multiple times when she could have harmed or killed someone but didn't. It didn't feel right. Just because others abused her didn't mean she should also be an abuser.

  She was moved to a new company with a new facility and a new cell, one with better accommodations this time. More space to move about, the walls were painted pale yellow rather than sterile white, and the food was actually enjoyable. The test were significantly less invasive and were usually tests of strength and endurance. Additionally, she was put on a training regiment that help improve her abilities. Though she was still caged, at least it was an improvement.

  For him, the new job wasn't bad either, it was fairly easy and enjoyable. His new crew was more loyal and pleasant, managing them was far less stressful. The last batch was made of cowards and lairs, most of which had perish at the previous facility after the creatures escaped. Instead of cleaning up everyone else's messes, he'd travel the halls and made sure everything was secure and nothing out of the ordinary was transpiring.

  After a month of working, a random, albeit invasive, thought popped into his head while he traveled the halls one night: What had happened to that spidery woman? The thought caught him off guard. Why would it matter? She had captured him and forced him to be her entertainment and play thing. She had also risked her life to save his and kept him safe from other dangers while traveling. He wrestled with the thought of her and his feelings for a few minutes before he had to help a man move some bio-hazard containers and the thought fluttered away.

  A week later, his route was moved to another part of the facility where one of the guards had to take off time for a non-work related injury. The area was new, so the change was nice. He took in all the new sites at the start of the shift. This area had most of the different experimental animals and creatures. He'd studied a few of them before moving forward, making a mental note of which ones he'd like to revisit.

Then he saw her. She hung from the ceiling on a single strand of silk. Flexing, she shifted her legs back and forth until she was in a full arching swing. On her swing forward, she let go of the line, flipped in the air, and landed on her feet. The stunt was impressive...no, the stunt was amazing. She had executed it perfectly. He almost didn't want to be impressed, knowing that her spider abilities help contribute to this skill. Yet, even then he knew it wasn't raw talent alone that made her that skilled. She did a few other flips and jumps. The way she did them made it look easy, he knew she had to have put in hours of practice. His own abilities wouldn't be what they were if he hadn't trained.

Another curiosity wormed its way into his thoughts. The thoughts began to develop into questions and suddenly he felt the need for answers. She played the mean act, yet she was still kind. There was more to this spidery woman and he intend to find about more of the depth and breath of her. Somewhere deep in him there was a craving for her touch again. He refused to acknowledge this want, though it helped drive his interest. There had been some enjoyment in her company. Even when he'd been bound there had been a thrill, one he masterfully hid from her up to a point. With that desire, he silently fueled his plan to seek her out.

  It wasn't hard for him to find our her schedule, the scientist saw no reason to hide it from him. When she trained, when she ate, and when she usually slept, it was all planned out. There were few moments of free time she was allotted as well, making that the perfect time to intrude.

  Luckily for him, he was move to permanently being on this watch unless the need arose to move him again. He took this advantage in his favor and finally picked out the day and time to invade her home. The only ones watching would be security cameras and those wouldn't be hard to disable, making it look as if they had shut down on their own. It was all masterfully set up and it was only a matter of executing his plan...

  "You can't be in here," she said quickly, crawling up the wall.

  "Yet I'm in here now."

  "No, no...I mean, you shouldn't be in here. Our paths can no longer cross. You aren't authorized to deal with me," she rapidly shot the responses and excuses. "If they lock you in, it means they want me to kill you and I refuse to do such."

  "I've come in here of my own accord. I have ranking that permits me entrance to more places than before."

  "What would a captive want from their former captor?" she demanded.

  "Answers. What drove you to keep me alive rather than kill me?"

  "Curiosity. I wanted to see if I could keep you trapped and enjoy the pleasures of a man's flesh. Also, as I told you at our first meeting, I was already full and had no room to stomach you."

  "And that's it?"

  "Why should I divulge any more to you? You have no power over me and no backing. On top of that, how do I know you aren't sent in here for data collection? I'm sure they'd love to know what hot emotions run through me."

  "I'm on shift to watch you, not expose you. Part of my guard shifts have been watching you. I can't stand being on the other side of the glass any longer. You've poisoned me with a longing. Every time I'm here I crave your touch and its sickening. I don't know if I should thank or hate you for it."

  "You had your chance to kill me, you should have done it then. It would have made things easier for both of us."

  "Aren't you glad your conditions are better?"

  "I'm still a bug in a jar, aren't I?" she stated cool and calmly. "However, these scientist are friendlier than the last group. I found through casual chatting that your a creature yourself. Interesting considering how much you loathed monstrous me."

  "But-"

  "But its different since you essentially human. Its what's inside you that makes you different. Your special ability are healing, strength, and intelligence. While any human can do that, you can do them all much, much faster and better. As far as monsters go, your as human as they come. Plus, you're as loyal and hardworking as a dog. Your different because you're controllable."

  "They respect me and I reciprocate, " he retorted

  "You roll over for them and they rub your belly, " she shot back.

  "And why don't you?"

  "Because I'm a monster. Because I was taken away from my normal life and kept in a cage. Because the more I cooperate the less human I feel."

  He took the knife at his leg and threw it above her. The sudden aggression caused her to flinch and she quickly slid to the ground. Before she could jump away, he was already trapping her in place. In a panic, she moved to bite and he stuff his arm into her mouth. Had he not respond this way, she would have simply bit him and darted away when he reacted. However, the insertion of his arm into her mouth caused her to release her venom. The push up of his arm jammed her fangs upward and squeezed the sacks holding the deadly cocktail. For a brief moment his arm burned and then the area radiated heat. She tore his arm out of her mouth and held it.

  "What have you done," she shrieked. "Why did you do this?"

  "It was the only way to get you to come down."

  "I thought you were intelligent. This plan is going to get you killed."

  "Not with your antivenom in my blood. I treated myself in case you attacked and decided to do to me what you did to your former handlers."

Though safe from death, his body still had to fight the internal attack and it dropped his strength. This made him easy picking for her. She suspected it was his plan all along, but she wanted to make sure he was permanently removed from her watch. He reminded her of what it was like to be free and to feel the warmth of another being, none of which she was going to have living at this place. If his interest for her got in the way of his work, driving him to the point of engaging her, they'd have to remove him.

  First things first, it had to be obvious that he'd entered her domain. The only way to keep him there was to trap him. Taking her webbing, she quickly proceed to trap him on the wall. Periodically she checked his heart in case the antivenom wasn't doing its job. He fought little, too consumed by the agonizing burning sensation that traveled up his arm and spread through his body. Though once he was bound, the temptation to enjoy him again was too much. After all, it'd add to the scene that would be found.

  Keeping her hand near his heart to monitor his condition, she gave gentle kissed around his neck. He winced and whined at the affection. She quickly found that her attention was rejected with the overwhelming pain he was experiencing. Instead, she took to stroking his head from above and waited. "You chose this," she thought to herself as he panted, though it still made her chest ache to see him so miserable. He pressed his face against her hand, gritting his teeth while he felt his body struggle for control. Within a few minutes he was able to breath more easily and waves of pain still rushed over him.

  He was pre-exhausted now, not needing to be tricked into tiring himself out. She had almost forgotten how muscular he was and how delightful it was to feel a man carved from stone. Her hands slide up and down his sides, around his middle, up his back and then against his neck. His breaths came out in quiet huffs that would speed up or slow down depending where she was at on his body. Luckily with this uniform, she could pull up his shirt to access the delicate skin rather than tearing it apart.

   "Nnn...Yes," he breathed and her hairs stood up on end.

  "What was that you said?" she inquired, wanting to hear that tone from him again. "Did you say something?"

  Her nails danced on his abdomen and he sucked in his belly, "N-no."

   "What did I tell you about honesty?" she asked, hooking a nail on the lip of his navel.

  The single claw wiggled deeper in and scrapped the bottom. She looked up at his face to see it contort in response to her assault.

  "Wait, wait," he said quickly.

  "Monsters don't have to wait for men."

  She moved swiftly to his navel and slid her tongue against it. With a curl, it looped inside the shallow pit. His exclamation nearly shook her off the web as he thrust forward.

  "Ye-Yes!" he choked.

  She readily obliged his desire and investigated his navel with her tongue. His heavy pants and gasps kept her going, encouraging her desire to sample him. She stopped with his navel and dragged her tongue up the middle of his body. His body arched to follow her movement. She moved to his side and latched on with her mouth. Sucking hard, she left a nice mark for him to enjoy later. Even with his complaint, she continued to leave more. Her lips would drag over a spot, like his ribs, side, abdomen, shoulder, or neck and she would pause a moment. First a gentle kiss then latching on and giving a hard suck. His small cries of pain did little to stop her. She paused a moment to survey her work.

  Little patches of bruises here and there were spread across his body, marks that wouldn't all stay hidden with a shirt. Granted, he did have a massive bruise and swelling around where she bit him, the smaller patches were revenge for him making her attack.

"Couldn't you have just kissed me?" he asked, his head beginning to sag.

  "I have to get my money's worth out of you, don't I?"

She lifted his face by carefully pushing up on his chin. His eyes had less darkness in them now and she enjoy the softness of his tired expression. She could have sworn his eye colored had changed since last time, from black to warm coffee.

  "I think I see something there," she whispered and leaned forward.

  Her lips glided over his and he held his breath. Gently, she pressed her lips against his. He let out a puff of air that swept over her face, causing her to giggle. She felt a warmth that trapped her in the moment. His lips against hers, the puffs of air across her face, the warmth of his body under her finger tips, it was a delightful moment.

  "If only this was more than an animal desire," she mumbled when pulling back.

  "I crave a warmth I've been denied for most of my life. You seek comfort from an embrace that'll calm your raging heart. This is the beginning of what you want, it's only a matter of caring for it so it'll develop and be more fruitful."

  She wrapped her arms around his chest and held him.

  "So, you do know how to speak affectionately," she gave a light laugh. "But our love would be monstrous and rejected. I'll enjoy this moment while I can."

  His arms were freed, allowing him to wrap around her. The warmth encased her, dulling her misery. She took in his scent, wanting to hold that in her memory. The pale scent of a masculine scented body wash, some deodorant, and industrial laundry detergent, all common smell that clung to his clothes. Shifting, she ran her nose across his neck and up into his hair. Though she could still smell soap, his human scent was in there. His body, having heated up after the bite, increased the smell of him that now saturated his body.

"Did you know, every human has a unique scent?" she remarked. "Or, at least, so I'm told. Though, of the ones I've been close to smell, it's true."

"My sense of smell isn't as strong as yours, but I believe that. You've got your own scent that has become oddly...attractive," he winced as a new pain stab in his arm.

She kissed the side of his neck and did what she could to comfort his suffering. Her mind held onto him, onto his warm, his smell, his skin, and his voice. They would have to part again and she wanted to have something to hold onto.