Page 68 of Widow

I sighed in relief. It was better than him being spider food. Lucifer and Kai would eventually find him.

I looked around the room again, and it was not above my notice that there were no men. What I knew of the Widows was that they killed most of the men they mated with because the men eventually wronged them.

It seemed counterproductive to me. They had pretty much doomed themselves to extinction because of it.

"Why did you bring me here?" I asked softly. The fight had left me, and I felt resigned to this fate. I was one of them now. I was foolish to think I would ever be rid of the spiders.

One of the women offered me a cup, and I looked into it. It smelled a lot like coffee, but it could very well have been poison. I put it down on the table next to me.

"You have our sister inside of you. You belong to us now. Part of our family." One of the women, about my age, said from her place on the couch. "When Lilith took control of her, we thought we'd never get her back again. We thought she was dead until we could sense her yesterday."

"Can you get her out of me?" With those words, I felt my body start to tremble. I felt like someone or something was pushing forward, pulling me back into my body.

I heard myself start to speak even though it wasn't me talking.

"The host is fighting me." I picked up the coffee cup and took a drink. It was like I was watching myself move without feeling myself move. "Just how I like it. Camellia and I have differing tastes."

I was panicking now. The Widow had pushed forward and was forcing me back. I was sure she had done it before, but she always blocked me from seeing or feeling anything. Now, she wanted me to hear and see what she was doing.

"What's your plan, sister?" The older woman reached over and took my hand. I wanted to flinch away, but I had no control over myself.

"The three mates of hers make her strong." She looked down at my hands, and I could feel my face frown. The nails grew long and black, and my lips turned up into a smile.

It was all too much. The feeling of being right here, but not. The feeling of tapping the long black nails on the wood of the chair. I pushed back at her, sensing her darkness in my mind.

I was going to need so much therapy after this.

"Your spiders wouldn't let ours kill the wolf," a petite woman across the room said. "They forced their way out without you."

A low growl came out of my throat. I did not know that spiders could growl. I continued to push forward. It felt like I was trying to wade through molasses.

"And you just let them? Those little traitors." I stood and began pacing in front of the fireplace. "I need a more suitable host. This one is too mentally strong and physically fragile."

I pushed back into myself and gasped. I let go of the coffee cup I was holding, and it dropped to the stone floor and shattered at my feet. I yelped as the hot liquid scalded my skin.

The old woman had a concerned look on her face. "You can't get rid of her. She chose you for her new body. You can either choose to share it with her, or she will eventually push you out forever."

I stood and rushed toward the door that I assumed led out of the cave or whatever it was that we were. It was the only door that had what looked like a peephole in it.

I felt something hit my back and was yanked backward. Someone had thrown a spiderweb at me. Not the cushioning kind, but the sticky type. I fell flat on my ass and winced as a jolt of pain spread up my spine.

Two of the women picked me up with a strength that didn't even seem possible and put me back in the room I had come from. They shut the door, and I heard a lock tumble.

"No, no, no!" I tried the handle, but it wouldn't turn this time.

A laugh burst from me, but it wasn't me. It was her.

I slid down the door and winced as the hard ground met my bruised ass. She was gaining a stronger hold on me now. Tears dripped down my cheeks at the thought of her taking me over completely.

What would happen to me? Would I just be a quiet observer from the back of my mind? Watching her kill and ruin my body?

I'd rather die.

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What feltlike days had passed, but was more likely half a day. Not being able to see outside, even if the outside was always dark as night, really messed a person up. Luckily there was a small attached bathroom in the room where I could take care of business and drink water.

The spider bitches didn't even bring me food. Not that I had any desire to eat.

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