He woke up in the cave, his mind foggy. What happened last night?
He moved his legs; a jolt of pain. He dimly realized that he was facing the ground.
Stuck. His torso was wrapped in silk, and he was dangling from the ceiling. A short gasp, and a scream. The silk was wet and soft, like cloth on his arms.
He took a few deep breaths, trying to clear his mind; but something seemed to be blocking his brain from fully processing. Like a wad of silk.
He felt sleepy, like he was floating, which he was, he realized. Chuckling, he slowly drifted off into a gentle sleep.
Clacking. Clacking on the floor. He woke up slowly, then his eyes shot open. He could think clearly again. The cave was dark.
He could hear a clucking echo through the cave, like the sound of a pen against tile.
He realized in all its horrid glory as something with legs like spikes pulled him down from the ceiling; it was the noise of legs on stone.
Silk wrapped over his face in layers, layers, and he found himself in a personal cocoon of sorts.
A spike in his stomach, through the cocoon-- and a horrible burning sensation. Spreading through his body.
As he screamed, he dimly remembered a lesson he'd learned in science class, all those years ago: spiders insert digestive enzymes into their prey,
to melt them from the inside so that they could sip it up like a milkshake.
He screamed, and screamed, and screamed some more as the day loomed on. The spider leaned over him, anxious for a meal.
A quick note before I go (yes it's over): I know that this isn't entirely true to how spiders eat in real life. I made a few minor modifications simply to adapt to new prey (without an exoskeleton) and to ease the flow of words. Thank you for your understanding :) And, of course, thank you for reading <3