Yeah that's right, I decided to do another spider story. It's only fair that Sam got subjected to the same thing. Spooky scary sticky shit, hell yeah. I've been sandbagging until the latter half of the month.

Also haha, I had to tweak the title because I reached the character limit so woopsie doodle didn't know that was a thing.

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October 22nd, Sometime After All The Other Nonsense

Sam had been in the sack for a while. Hannah's farm was only the complete opposite side of town, and he'd held out some hope that she'd done something other than walk to come kidnap him. So by the time they finally arrived, signaled by the creaking of the wooden front gate, it was technically the next morning. Whatever he was getting dragged into, he was just glad he'd be out of the bag soon.

Entering the farmhouse, he felt the soft cushioning of what felt like cushions through the bag, Hannah setting him down promptly on a piece of furniture. She tugged the sack back up and off of Sam, revealing the shirtless bunny as an official welcome to her home. He lay inert on a musty sofa, glancing around at the interior as Hannah stood at the foot of the couch over him.

The living room she'd brought him to had the look and the smell of a dwelling that'd stood abandoned for a few decades. Layers of cobwebs and dust coated just about every piece of antiquated furniture that filled the den, much of them in various states of disrepair. Reflexively, he brushed some non-existent dust off of the fur of his bare chest.

“Damn, you live like this?”, Sam broke the silence, casting a mildly concerned glance up at Hannah.

“The upstairs is better.”, she insisted, “I just don't come in here a lot.”

“Not a lot to do? Too dusty?”, Sam pressed.

“No... the ghosts just like their space, sometimes...”, Hannah stated plainly.

“...Okay.”, Sam blinked, taking a deep breath, “... Well, I'm here now. So what am I doing to pay you back for your vegetables?”

“Oh, I just need a little help cleaning some stuff around the farm. Like in the buildings and stuff.”, Hannah explained as if it were no big deal. As if she didn't actually feel the need to kidnap him to get this sort of help, “Lyna said you help fix up stuff in houses.”

“Yes, yes I do.”, Sam sighed, “I help fix stuff up when people ask me politely, too. Y'know, instead of stuff me into a bag. But whatever, where are we headed first?”

“Um...”, Hannah stopped, taking a few moments to decide. Because she hadn't actually planned how exactly to proceed after the kidnapping, “Oh! Okay. Yeah, let's go to the basement. That's a newer problem that needs faster solving, I think. Let's go to the basement.”

With that, the wolf spun on her heels and stepped out of the room, not bothering to wait for Sam. He hopped up from the couch, brushing some more dust from his fur and his cotton pajama pants as he legged it after her. Sam followed her around the corner into the foyer, and then around another corner into a narrow passageway. At the end of the cramped hall, nestled to one side, the door to the basement sat slightly ajar.

Hannah casually pushed the basement door open wider before casting a glance back at Sam. She stepped out of the way, ushering him into the doorway. He slowly crept his way to the open door, a sudden tinge of anxiety creeping over him as Hannah held eye contact with him. He couldn't tell whether there was some insidious purpose behind all this, or she was just kinda weird like that. As he stepped through the door and to the top of the stairs, he shivered, the draft of the basement hitting him.

“Is it any colder down there?”, he asked, if just to delay a little bit, “I don't have a shirt... And, what am I doing down there again?”

“I dunno, maybe...?”, Hannah shrugged in response to his first question, “And there's some dust and webs and junk that I want cleaned and organized, I guess. There's stuff down there for it, I think. Oh! Or you could take care of the spiders for me they followed me home.”

“What was that last part?”, Sam questioned promptly as he'd already taken his first step down into the basement. But as he turned back, she'd already shut the door.

Sam swallowed hard, taking the rest of the steps very slowly and very quietly to the basement landing. He looked out at the surprisingly vast cellar. Hannah wasn't kidding, the entire room was caked in dust and cobwebs, and sparsely, dimly lit with a few lightbulbs here and there. Frankly, he couldn't believe they were still functional.

He glanced around, looking for the promised cleaning supplies. He found none. And while technically feasible that he could wipe everything away with his hands, he'd greatly prefer a duster, or a rag. Literally anything. So he set out deeper into the basement to do some searching for some tools.

Then, curiously, after winding through a few rows of old, half-collapsed boxes, he spotted a feather duster. Only, it appeared as if it was suspended in mid-air.

Sam cocked his head, squinting as he tried to perceive exactly how this was happening. He stepped closer, scanning the floor for any more snares. He'd had quite enough of those for one night. But sensing nothing but the still air of the basement, as well as the gentle creaking of the floorboard above him. No doubt, Hannah paced around somewhere on the floor above.

But, as Sam took the next step forward to reach out for the duster, two things happened. One, that as recently as yesterday, Lyna had continued to warn him and others about a certain troublesome group of overgrown arachnids in the area. And two, Hannah just attempted to gloss over the fact that “the spiders followed me home”. But by the time he noticed the faint shimmer mere inches from his face, it was far too late.

All at once, his body pressed against a massive tangle of adhesive string that spanned from ceiling to floor. He tried and failed to press forward, at first, but the sticky net held strong and fast against the scrawnier bunny's push forward. Instinctively, he tried to pull back and out of the web, next. The trap felt as if it began to give as he planted his feet and leaned hard backwards, but after expending a good deal of effort, the web refused to snap, and Sam felt himself catapulted back into place.

The ensuing rebound resulted in his legs fully embedding themselves in the thin, sticky ropes. Now, the basement was filled with the sound of Sam's frustrated grunting, along with the rustling and crinkling of the web that held him captive. That is, until another sound joined the chorus. Sam's ears shot up. What he'd assumed the creaking of the floorboards above audibly transitioned to a louder, skittering noise that worked its way to above his head. Ah, shit...

The horrifically over-sized arachnid dropped down onto the basement floor directly in front of the entangled bunny. It's inky black eyes peered up at him, emotionless and fixating. Pedipalps flicking and legs threatening, the spider sized up its newly captured prey. Sam could only return a disconcerted, pleading stare at the hulking thing, well aware that any attempts at self-rescue would prove fruitless.

The spider came to the same conclusion as well, apparently, and started forward, lifting its front legs up and snipping free the edges of the web that held Sam in place. He let out a pitiful little yelp as he fell forward, the spider catching and cradling his trussed-up form before he slammed against the hard floor. Granted no reprieve, however, Sam's world began to spin, his captor wasting no time in applying a fresh sheet of webbing onto his upper body and beginning to coat him. He felt as the tight, lukewarm compression of the silk pushed his arms further against his chest as his deep teal fur quickly disappeared under a form-fitting layer of the glistening, off-white substance. At least, now, he could relate more personally to what Lyna went through a few days ago.

He surrendered utterly, letting the arachnid manhandle his shorter, leaner frame. He felt his cocoon progress downwards over his pajama pants as his legs were fused tightly together. His feet were pressed on top of each other as his mummification terminated. The spider maintained a tether on him, attaching a line of webbing to his wrapped up bunny feet and dragging him upwards. His shoulders rested uncomfortably against the floor as his legs pointed up towards the ceiling, the tether attached to one of the wooden crossbeams.

The spider plopped back down to the floor, repositioning itself by Sam's head. He tried to blink himself out of dizziness, offering some half-hearted squirming against the tight layers of webbing. Even through his disorientation, he spied the arachnid ready a glob of webbing with one chitinous legs, and produce another fresh sheet with two more.

“Hey, can I just ask-- hhggggff!!”, he gagged, regretting even opening his mouth as the sticky wad was shoved firmly into his mouth. He felt the sheet press tight against his mouth, completely gumming up his lips before an extra few deluges of silk overtook the rest of his head. The spider precisely picked and manipulated at his ears, forcing them up and wrapping them into a cruel, mocking antenna above his head.

Sam whimpered painfully as his upper body was lifted up by his ears, forcing him parallel with the ceiling. He felt the tension and the pressure of the web tighten the entirety of his cocoon as the second tether was attached to another crossbeam. And thus, he was left to dangle. True to the plan, he could faintly hear as the spider skittered off towards the stairs and left him alone. Knowing how these spiders worked, he didn't imagine it'd return.

Totally dependent on Hannah's good will now, Sam just hoped that she wasn't still too pissed about all the borrowed produce. The sound of the basement door shutting for a second time unaccompanied by any footsteps told him that wasn't the case. So there he would hang in his cocoon of debt repayment until Hannah came down to cut him free. He let out a deep, muffled sigh as he let his body slacken. He did suppose, ultimately, that it could be much worse.

Hopefully this was the only thing Hannah wanted him to do...