Caught in the Web - Toxicemu

I was doing his regular patrols, flying through Paris, when suddenly I hit something and stopped.  I tried to pull out of it and fly backwards, but I couldn't do it.

A sticky sensation.  "Crap...  Mistress Araignée."

"You are correct."  I hear from below me.  She crawls up the web, her beautiful bleached-white hair glistening in the moonlight.

"This is crazy..."  I sighed.  "How long did it take you to spin this thing?"

Araignée shrugged.  "A few hours.  It was worth it, though."

I chuckled.  "Why's that?"

Suddenly, she planted her lips on mine.  We looked at each other for a moment, and she took off her mask.

Then the night began.

The End

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