I'm feeling angsty right now so have some tears.
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Annabeth could barely catch her breath, the fear was too strong. Every time she forced oxygen into her lungs felt like she was being pricked with a thousand needles. It was all she could do to keep herself from screaming. The spiders were everywhere. Their little legs crossing over her over her over her overher overheroverheroverheroverheroverheroverheroverher!
But Annabeth kept her mouth shut and didn't make a sound, she had learned that lesson three hours ago. Not a thought crossed her mind, she couldn't even pray to her mother.
She had tried when it first started, to fight back, but there were too many and they were more than willing to inject her with their venom to subdue her. At this point, it was just a matter of whether the venom would kill her or if the cocoon that was being meticulously built around her would.
The tear tracks had long since dried on her cheeks when Annabeth felt them begin to wrap her face cutting off her meager air supply, and even as a renewed sense of panic filled her, the venom had done its job and she was too lethargic to move.
Annabeth was gone long before the cocoon was completed, the venom having done completed its task first.
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