TWENTY EIGHT: THE MERCY OF MONSTERS
Six throbbing spiders climbed over Seraph, lacing her in trails of thread. She wanted to fight them off and run until her legs gave in, but all she could do was gurgle, her mouth jammed open. Her arms and legs were pinned straight to her sides like a corpse awaiting burial.
“No!” Blott shouted. For a moment, his real personality shone through.
He kicked one of the spiders off her stomach, but the gouges in his sides stopped him from doing any more. As pain convulsed his body in waves, he felt the green eyes of Alkali pressing into him once again and he began to lose control.
His fingers splayed and he straightened up. As one, the spiders went back to their work, rolling the birds’ bodies into piles under the tree. The six that had detained Seraph wor
