“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.”