You see Spider man as some sort of hero. But I know what he's truly like. He burned into my soul, what he was really all about. He is a sick, menacing monster, that only a few unfortunate people like me have to know about.
Some hero.
He was sadistic in his pursuit.
Me, enveloped his spider web, was the scariest thing ever. Both of my legs tied, while I listened to him purr.
He touched me with his cold, cold fingers. It made me lose all of the color in my face. I felt so stupid. I walked there on my own free will, but I was never expecting this. He was Spider man, and Spider man was my hero. It never even occurred to me that he would do that.
But now that he has, a piece of me, no..all of me has died.
He held me back, no matter how hard I begged. Nor how hard I struggled, he wouldn't stop.
He ripped through me, tearing everything else in the process. I feel hatred running through me, as the fire runs through the forest. My hands restricted, my chest bleeding from the attempt of escape.