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It was a stupid idea to come here!
My head was pounding. In the darkness, the surges of pain manifested themselves as pulses of red. Whatever sort of rave my brain cells were having, I was pissed they hadn't invited me.
I shouldn't have taken that bet!
The headache was not helped by the fog that seemed to cover my thoughts. I concentrated hard to gather my thoughts together, to assess my situation. Between the groggy feeling of having just woken up and the sore, ever-aching pain just behind my eyes, it wasn't an easy task. Just opening my eyes took a considerable amount of effort and there weren't even any lights in here, wherever I was.
Stupid, stupid, stupid!
As consciousness continued returned to me, I realized gravity was pulling in the wrong direction. This was followed shortly by the realization of how stupid that idea was. I must be upside-down.
It explained the haze in my thoughts; I was lightheaded from all the blood rushing downward.
I knew what was in here! I knew! Why did I do this!?
I struggled to no avail. I wouldn't even really call it struggling; after all I could barely flex my muscles. I felt like I was encased in a cocoon made of steel.
I was always warned! We all were!
They made me! It was them!
Why didn't I just refuse!? Why am I such a fucking puppet!?
The blood rushing to my head made it difficult to calm myself down from my hysteria. I took a few deep breaths and cleared my mind as best I could, save for a nagging doubt or two.
Not getting out.
The strands aren't that resilient. If I keep moving around as much as I could, something would have to give way. The strands aren't that resilient.
Not getting out.
I can find my way out of this cave. I didn't even walk that far in, I should be able to see some faint light from the mouth. I just need to follow that and I'll be home free.
Not getting out.
If only I had brought something to cut myself free with. Did I even have anything that strong? I mean, I must have. The strands aren't that resilient.
Not getting out.
I opened my eyes. They had adjusted to the darkness at this point, which would have been fortunate had I been able to freely move and had a sufficient strategy for getting out. Unfortunately, they only served to make the situation worse.
Not getting out!
I couldn't see any faint trace of light. There was no sign of where the mouth of the cave might be. I had been dragged far deeper than I remembered going.
Not getting out! Where is it!?
I couldn't bring myself to struggle any more against my cocoon. Before, I would have had the morale to. The hope that I could get out of this alive. My eyes had betrayed me.
Where is it!? Where is it!? Not getting out!
My mind, weakened from the headache and the blood rushing to it, was incapable of mustering up the strength to force my body to keep in motion.
Where is it!? Not getting out! There has to be a way!
I began to bite at the parts of my cocoon my teeth could reach.
There has to be a way! Not getting out!
The taste of copper filled my mouth. I spat the blood out and continued to gnaw at the now-crimson strands.
Got to be a way! Not getting out! Where…!?
A low hum echoed throughout the cave. I could hear its joints crack as it moved. I spat out more blood.
Not getting out! Not getting out! Never should have taken that bet!
What would they tell Mom? Would they come after me? Try to salvage whatever might be left, just so they had something to bury?
Not getting out! It's closer! Closer! That awful humming!
I looked downwards as strands of webbing pulled taut, weighed down some ways behind me by the master weaver.
No way out!
I gnawed. Spat blood. Humming closer now.
No way out!
Gnaw.
Where is it!?
Spit.
Closer!
Hum.

Description
It was a stupid idea to come here!
My head was pounding. In the darkness, the surges of pain manifested themselves as pulses of red. Whatever sort of rave my brain cells were having, I was pissed they hadn't invited me.
I shouldn't have taken that bet!
The headache was not helped by the fog that seemed to cover my thoughts. I concentrated hard to gather my thoughts together, to assess my situation. Between the groggy feeling of having just woken up and the sore, ever-aching pain just behind my eyes, it wasn't an easy task. Just opening my eyes took a considerable amount of effort and there weren't even any lights in here, wherever I was.
Stupid, stupid, stupid!
As consciousness continued returned to me, I realized gravity was pulling in the wrong direction. This was followed shortly by the realization of how stupid that idea was. I must be upside-down.
It explained the haze in my thoughts; I was lightheaded from all the blood rushing downward.
I knew what was in here! I knew! Why did I do this!?
I struggled to no avail. I wouldn't even really call it struggling; after all I could barely flex my muscles. I felt like I was encased in a cocoon made of steel.
I was always warned! We all were!
They made me! It was them!
Why didn't I just refuse!? Why am I such a fucking puppet!?
The blood rushing to my head made it difficult to calm myself down from my hysteria. I took a few deep breaths and cleared my mind as best I could, save for a nagging doubt or two.
Not getting out.
The strands aren't that resilient. If I keep moving around as much as I could, something would have to give way. The strands aren't that resilient.
Not getting out.
I can find my way out of this cave. I didn't even walk that far in, I should be able to see some faint light from the mouth. I just need to follow that and I'll be home free.
Not getting out.
If only I had brought something to cut myself free with. Did I even have anything that strong? I mean, I must have. The strands aren't that resilient.
Not getting out.
I opened my eyes. They had adjusted to the darkness at this point, which would have been fortunate had I been able to freely move and had a sufficient strategy for getting out. Unfortunately, they only served to make the situation worse.
Not getting out!
I couldn't see any faint trace of light. There was no sign of where the mouth of the cave might be. I had been dragged far deeper than I remembered going.
Not getting out! Where is it!?
I couldn't bring myself to struggle any more against my cocoon. Before, I would have had the morale to. The hope that I could get out of this alive. My eyes had betrayed me.
Where is it!? Where is it!? Not getting out!
My mind, weakened from the headache and the blood rushing to it, was incapable of mustering up the strength to force my body to keep in motion.
Where is it!? Not getting out! There has to be a way!
I began to bite at the parts of my cocoon my teeth could reach.
There has to be a way! Not getting out!
The taste of copper filled my mouth. I spat the blood out and continued to gnaw at the now-crimson strands.
Got to be a way! Not getting out! Where…!?
A low hum echoed throughout the cave. I could hear its joints crack as it moved. I spat out more blood.
Not getting out! Not getting out! Never should have taken that bet!
What would they tell Mom? Would they come after me? Try to salvage whatever might be left, just so they had something to bury?
Not getting out! It's closer! Closer! That awful humming!
I looked downwards as strands of webbing pulled taut, weighed down some ways behind me by the master weaver.
No way out!
I gnawed. Spat blood. Humming closer now.
No way out!
Gnaw.
Where is it!?
Spit.
Closer!
Hum.