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THE CROWD SAT on the edge of their seats, watching Lilith on stage. She was chained to a chair. Blood dripped from her gagged mouth. She wanted to scream. To tell these filthy cretins that this wasn’t part of the act. How long had she been here before they arrived? It felt like days. Would they believe her if she begged them for help? Probably not. She’d run this twist to her own show before, but that was all pure fantasy. Theatre. Acted. Virtual in every way. Didn’t they understand that?
Lilith struggled again. Zero movement. The frustration of it made her want to cry. As if she’d give the crowd the satisfaction of seeing her tears.
It felt like there was something crawling beneath her skin. The Spider had injected her with something, and it was worming around her, spiking worse with
