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Hope you liked Nightmares...BOY DID I HAVE FUN WRITING THAT!!!

Angst man...'tis a beautiful thing.

We left Ava just as she was being dragged into a cave by spiders. Vote and comment on what you think is going to happen to her!

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(WARNING, yes I need to start doing warnings, I think) This chapter has blood! (hence the title)

Ava Woods' POV

RECAP

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          The moon disappeared, as did my last, flickering hope of escape. I bowed my head as sobs wracked my body, steadily going deeper, ever deeper into that dark hole. Soon, I was unable to see anything besides the glint of my captors' red eyes. Darkness enveloped me and fear plagued my mind, awakening my deepest fears.

          I had been taken.

Ava Wood's POV

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          Deeper.

          Darker.

          Colder.

          The bottom of my tunic was soon shredded, and my hands became damp, not just from puddles on the cave's floor. My arms and stomach stung from a hundred cuts and grazes from the rough stone, and my legs and back give me no mercy. Each tug my captors gave the webbing wrapped around my feet sends waves of fresh pain through me. Why couldn't I just fall unconscious, end the torture for at least a little while.

          Deeper.

          Darker.

          Colder.

          My throat was soon scratchy from my crying, and I had no more tears left. My prayers to Notch were reduced to my lips moving, mouthing the same thing over and over again.

          "Please...lord Notch....please... Mercy..."

          I had no idea how long this has been going on. Hours and minutes meant nothing to me in this horrid place of despair and pain. 

          I couldn't get out.

          Couldn't run.

          No one would hear my cries.

          My prayers remained unanswered.

          Deeper.

          Darker.

          Colder.

Time Skip

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          As the never-ending torture continued, I began to notice a weird noise. It was like many people snapping their fingers together at random intervals. I couldn't ignore it...several thousand clicking and screeching noises getting louder and louder all the while. The smell too, it was horrendous, as if a hundred animals were decaying in the hot sun.

          The spider following me, the one in front of my face, seemed to get agitated, clicking more rapidly and striking with clawed limbs at my outstretched, dragging hands.

          Suddenly, the roof shot up, disappearing into the darkness. A cavern.

          The deep shadows were flecked with hundreds of little, red, moving dots.

          I peered at the dots for a second until the horrifying realization dawned on me.

          They were eyes.

          "Oh, N-Notch..." I hiccuped, my hands coming and covering my gaping mouth, "Oh no, Notch please, n-no..."

          The walls were crawling, shifting masses of spiders. Spiders falling, fighting, and tending the webs that all but covered the surface of the walls and bits of the ceiling I could see.

          The spider in front of me kept snapping at the other arachnids dropping from the walls and ledges, coming to take a peek at me, most likely drawn by the scent of blood. I whimpered, trying to shield myself from all the leering, fanged faces, the hairy legs reaching out to prod me, and the bloodthirsty eyes. The smell became overpowering as the spiders neared, and I couldn't help but gag.

          Suddenly, I stopped moving. I craned my neck around to see the two spiders that had dragged me here rearing up and reaching for a thick web being lowered to them. They caught the end and began to fasten it to my already-bound feet. 

          Fearful, I reached and gripped the stone, pulling my body just a little farther from my captors.

          A stinging cut to my calf caused me to hiss, and I gave up, lowering my head to the cold, rough stone. There was really no point in resisting. I might as well have been dead.

          A spider's screech rose above the others' continuous chittering. I began to look back at the sound, but a sudden, sharp tug on my legs caused me to nearly match the spider's pitch with a scream of my own. Another pull. Another.

          Tears I thought had been already shed coursed down my cheeks as yet another jerk sent another wave of searing agony through me. My legs lifted partially into the air and then...

          ...I left the ground completely.

          I felt an unbearable pressure on my spine as I was hoisted into the air, upside-down and nearly puking from the agony. Crying still, I angled my head to see where I was going. 

          A massive ledge loomed out of the darkness above me. I could just barely see the claws of several spiders tugging on the thick web strand. The strong rope seemed to have been made of many webs twisted together.

          As I was slowly pulled up, reaching, grasping legs appeared and disappeared into the dark cave walls, and angry eyes followed my ascent. One arachnid even jumped out at me, shrieking madly. It missed and went plummeting to its death far below.

          I felt as if I had reached the peaking point of pain I could stand when my feet finally hit the ledge. Spindly legs covered in coarse hair stretched out at me, pulling my shaking form onto the jutting piece of rock. Amazingly, none of the claws cut into me, though I could feel their sharpness.

          I merely lay there, tired of fighting, of the pain. My breathing was ragged and interrupted with watery hiccups. From my vantage point, I could see nearly the entire cavern, its crawling walls causing me to shudder. I wondered what they wanted with me.

          A dragging sound, coupled with several angry shrieks, jerked me out of my wonderings. I winced and used a weak, bloody hand to push on the ground, roll myself partially over. Craning my neck, I peered into the shadows behind me, mentally preparing myself for the worst. Then, the darkness moved.

          I could never have prepared myself for what I saw.

          Eight eyes, three times as large as a usual arachnid's, opened not seven blocks behind me, blinking randomly, never two at the same time. I gasped in horror as they all rose at least four blocks into the air, illuminating black, dripping fangs twice as long as my index finger. Giant legs thicker than my calf unfolded and lazily lifted, striking heavily into the ground with claws nearly as large as my forearm, it looked as if the thing didn't have enough strength to lift them. Its head was bigger than my own, and the abdomen, which was dragging on the ground, could have nearly filled the little basement I slept in.

          The massive arachnid, along with the help of many of the normal-sized ones, drew steadily closer to my helpless form. The horrid eyes were only half-open, blinking randomly. The enormous head loomed over me, staring at me as if I were a baby sheep cornered by a hungry wolf. 

          It dawned on me. It was the queen. It may not have been the queen of all spiders, but it was perhaps the ruler of this nest. 

          Its saliva dripped from the fangs, landing on the ground before it as it slowly neared. Something was...off.

          I suddenly realized what was wrong. I had not been dragged here for it to have a pleasurable meal. The spider was acting very weak, unusual for a queen who had to constantly fight to retain this high position in this savage society.

          She was sick.

          I had been beyond terrified when I was forced here. Now, no words could describe the utter horror pounding through me now. If the queen was sick, what were they going to do to make her well again?

          The queen bared the long, black fangs, rearing back her head.

          And brought it back down just as quickly, sinking her fangs deep into my side and stomach.

          I screamed, feeling my body weaken as my strength was literally sucked away. So this was how they would cure her.

          Fresh blood.

          I didn't know how long I lay there, writhing under the sharp, hollow teeth, crying my lungs out. I only remember the pain suddenly lessening from a sharp fire to a dull ache as the gristly fangs were removed.

          I blacked out.

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Yes, yes, I'm sure you hate me...however, it is necessary for the story to move on. Later, I'll explain why the smaller spiders didn't just bring a cow or a pig for their queen.

The next chapter is...who's POV...AH YES, IT'S DAMON'S!

Vote and comment, please! What do you think of this chapter? Kinda terrifying huh? I'd hate to be Ava right now.

PLUS I'M LIKE, #526 NOW IN #MINECRAFT!! THANKS FOR READING! :D