Something was wrong. I could still feel something inside of me.
Squirming. It couldn't be.
I looked up.
Yes, where the spider once had a penis, a tool used
to violate and mutilate me, it now had a gaping hole with dark, almost black, blood gushing out.
I willed my arm to move. I willed it to reach between my legs. I got a grip on the pulsating thing and pulled it out of me.
I did not care that parts of me came with, I just wanted it out.
As I held it above me it squirted a yellow, warm fluid onto my face.
It took all my strength to fling the disgusting thing into the cave wall, where it lay pulsating and spilling that repulsive fluid.
With my eyes on the creature I moved slowly. I wanted to see if I was free to go after it had
its way with me.
The spider kept all its eight eyes on me but sat quietly as I moved.
I tried to move faster now, not knowing if it was just playing with me – dangling
my freedom in front of
me.
I could hardly feel my body, the only way I could move was by dragging myself forward on my elbows.
After what felt like forever I made it to the outside of the cave.
The sun was rising and tears filled my eyes as the sunlight touched my skin.
I continued dragging myself forward. I was weak from all the blood loss and every inch of my body was in excruciating pain but I kept going.
It was only when I reached the road that I closed
my eyes.
Since I'm the one who has been telling you my story you know I made it, I am alive.
Some woman on her way to work found me next to the road.
She took me to the hospital, they phoned the police.
The police questioned me for hours then went to the cave but found nothing.
Then they questioned me some more.
The fact that I was raped and mutilated is a given, they can see that.
The fact that it was done by a huge spider, they can't believe and that is why I'm now a resident at the town's psychiatric hospital.
But they'll believe me.
They'll believe me when my babies are born.
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