“Trust me, I’ve got you covered,” Joe said, a smirk and a liar’s glint shimmering across his face.
Two days later, his mouth taped shut to muffle his screams, Joe stands at the ready to receive her gift. I had hoped, but he failed me. Now I leave him to…my Lucy.
Joe’s eyes bulge as Lucy’s eight giant legs clickity-clack against the mauve webbing strewn out on a bed of ivory bones, a tapestry of death.
“Don’t worry, Joe, she’s usually quick. Usually.”
Lucy ambles closer, and Joe rakes against his restraints.
“Trust me, Joe. We’ve got you covered.”
Very creepy……
This is very creepy….
Thanks, James! I try (insert nefarious laugh)
This is so much what I’d like to do to the guy who sold me my health insurance!