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Chyna could hear him breathing from her position behind a large plant. In fact she could smell him. It was a rancid odor and Chyna was barely able to contain herself from exhaling and revealing her position. She couldn't see his face and was glad. If it was as horrid as the rest of him she really didn't want to.
He was large and muscular. If he did find Chyna she knew she wouldn't stand a chance against his pure strength. His hair was thick and brown and greasy. It looked like he had never washed his hair. The next thing Chyna noticed were his hands. Attached to each one were long, thick fingers.
"Come to me" He whispered into the thick air that seemed to surround him wherever he went.
Chyna gasped and wondered how he knew she was in there watching him. Then she realized who he was really calling.
"Come to me" He repeated and Chyna restrained herself from getting up and walking to him. His voice seemed to beckon you and it was hard to resist. Luckily Chyna was strong and remained where she was.
His next word "Please" was sharp and tempting. Then what happened next Chyna realized what he was really calling.
A spider lowered itself from the ceiling directly in front of the man's large nose. She could now see the front of his face and grimaced at his sickening features. A large smile blossomed across his face. "Little one." He said to the spider as it lowered itself to the palm of his hand.
His next movement was the most horrible of all. He turned his head back and stuffed his hand and the spider into his mouth in one fluid motion. Chyna could hear the spider crunching in his mouth. His face beaming with pure pleasure.
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