Sticky red rivulets seeped from the newest name that had been added to her aching arms. Suspended by a chain, her feet swayed in tiny circles over the mixed fluids beneath her. The only sounds were the wet drippings joining the stinking pool below.

Slowly, drop by drop, black rain fell past her eyes. A thick speck, almost like a dirty snow-flake, landed on her chest. Another joined the first and they began to move. They were spiders. Straining, she forced her head up. The chain holding her was alive with them. She could only watch, helpless, as the black tide descended.

Inch by inch, the swarm of spiders trickled down her wrists into the white paste coating her hair and skin, a long train of wiggling black legs that never seemed to end. It tickled as the spiders moved over the ragged, festering names that had been carved into her flesh. Her hair, limp and sweaty with fear, writhed as they began biting her tender scalp. When they reached her mouth, the arachnids denied her even the luxury of screaming.