What have we here? I can feel the strands humming with struggle.
*walking*
My my, What a treat! A human has found themself in a sticky situation. *hum of amusement* I know, I know. If it weren't for your growing fear I'm sure you'd roll your eyes at that.
But I think I'm allowed to have some fun. I do so love to play with my food.
Oh squirm squirm squirm all you want. Even if you manage to break a few threads I'm right here. No escaping that truth now. But all that thrashing is making it hard to focus.
*sound*
There. Nice and tight. Are you comfortable my little morsel? All snug and secure.
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*laugh* And now you start begging and pleading? Not before I wrapped you tighter? Did you think there was still a chance of escape then?
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Shh shh shh. I would quiet down if I were you. Screams are my dinnerbell after all. All you're doing is making me hungrier.
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There. Now we're back to "civil" conversation. Much more fun than pestering the rabbits and squirrels I normally catch. And so much larger. I do get the occasional deer every now and then. A grand feast those are. It has been a while since I've had a grand feast. *amusement*
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And now we're back to the squirming. So much struggling. Are you getting impatient? Should we end our little chat and head to dinner?
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No? I didn't figure that notion would entice you.
But you are so enticing to me. So deliciously captivating.
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How long are you going to beg? All that squawking, like a frightened bird. Saying the same things over and over isn't a good way to plead your case. *amusement* Should I let you plead your case? Should I give you a chance to sway me? Well now, what an interesting thought.
My usual prey doesn't speak. Go on little morsel. Tell me exactly why I should let you go. If nothing else, I'll be having dinner and a show.
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Wouldn't taste very good? Oh but morsel how would you know? You are different than my usual fare. Exotic even. A rare treat. Try again my treat.
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You have someone waiting for you back home? Is that the best you could come up with? The rabbits have their warrens. The squirrels and birds theirs nests. And the deer their little herds. I didn't consider their loved ones when I ate them. Why should I consider yours?
In fact, I'm sure you'd run back to them and tell them of your horrific experience. And from that a mob would form bent on my destruction. It's in my best interest to ensure that you remain where you are.
I think my mind is made up then. Thank you for that. And now, to dine.
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Oh what now, you want one more chance? A rule of threes you say? I'm not a genie. But I suppose I could listen a moment more.
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And how could you be useful? Would you clean my home, dust the bones and bobbles? *amusement* Would take care of the washing and mending? Or perhaps! Oh perhaps you could bring prey into my web. Would you do that? Lure a suitable replacement?
From your expression that last suggestion is going too far it seems. Did it upset you? Poor little morsel.
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Ah so you're saying you'd do whatever you could to help me. Anything other than luring someone out. Really? Anything?
*laugh*
My treat you look horrified. If nothing else perhaps you'd be good for my amusement. You could be my jester. You're already a fool after all. How foolish you are, trying to make deals when you have so little to offer.
But for now, my entertaining morsel, I will spare you. May you wish I never get bored.
