his prey captive and his trophy01（cocoon）

Chapter 4

*

It was almost midnight when Peter finished his patrol.

He saved a child from a car accident, sent a woman who was harassed by a drunk guy home, and even knocked down a group of armed robbers trying to rob a jewelry store.

If placed in the past, he would feel very satisfied.

But today, he always remembers the scene where she was hit by that runaway car.

He felt uneasy, anxious, and painful, and the scars on her body seemed to extend to him, forming an unfilled void. After that, no matter how many good deeds he did, he couldn't make up for his mistakes anymore.

This void must be filled in her body.

Peter is eager to give for her.

But she always refuses. She didn't like him staring at her, wouldn't allow him to take off his shirt, wouldn't let him use the bathroom in her bedroom, or let him stay overnight. Her isolation seeped through every cell, and Peter could feel it every time he approached. This rejection made his heart ache more than the teasing of his classmates in school.

Why?

Is he not good enough?

Is he not sincere enough towards her?

Why can't she accept his closeness?

The emptiness in his heart grew bigger and bigger, uncontrollably expanding, almost devouring every trace of his warm emotions.

Peter is not sure what he will do next time he is rejected.

The bathroom was filled with a warm mist.

She found a towel to wrap around her body and then cut off the excess part of the bandage.

As time passed, her hand plaster was removed. There is a long wound on the left arm that has been neatly sutured by the doctor. The doctor said it would take a long time to recover. Her leg is worse, but they can also remove the cast next week.

According to the doctor's instructions, she should “undergo timely rehabilitation training.”

For example, walking with others helps.

“Miss. Zhang? Could you pass me some ice cubes, please?" She shouted to the outside caregiver, continuing to trim the bandage in her hand.

The bathroom door has opened.

The footsteps approached in a mist; the mirror was blurry, and a black figure was behind her.

She put down her scissors to pick up the ice, but a clearly male hand reached over and took the wine glass from the table.

"Oh, my good!" She exclaimed and tightened the towel, turning back in panic as she bumped into Peter's chest.

“The doctor said you can't drink alcohol," Peter said, pouring her wine into the sink.

“Peter!" She was still in shock. "Why are you here? Just get out! Hurry!”

She desperately dodged back and knocked off the scissors on the edge of the platform.

“Hey. Be careful." Peter quickly caught it and put it down steadily. When he put down the

scissors, his hand crossed her and he reached towards the cabinet on the sink, trapping her whole under his tall and strong silhouette.

The heat and mist in the bathroom made her skin blush.

She was a bit nervous and stuttered, "Peter, I... I haven't put on my clothes yet. Please just go out.”

Peter didn't speak; he just silently glanced at her.

From drops of water dripping from hair to toes smeared with red nail polish

She was like a rabbit being stared at by an eagle, giving off a shivering sensation.

Before she could say anything, Peter smiled and left the bathroom.

She changed her clothes and walked out.

“Peter! Where's Miss.Zhang? Where has she gone?" She asked inexplicably. "And why are you here?

Peter answered, "She has something to do at the moment, so she went back already. She called me to take care of you.”

He looked at her sincerely.

“Sorry, I didn't know you. You weren't dressed yet.”

"Uh, um, that's okay." She looked at him with uncertainty. "But you should at least knock first. I almost thought that stalker was here.”

Peter scratched his head and said, "I thought Miss Zhang had already told you.”

“She didn't! I mean, you can't just walk into my bathroom like this!"

She has to admit that Peter is the best person she knows, but she can't accept his lack of boundary awareness.

“Oh, you are right; I'm so sorry." Peter pursed his lips.

She felt a bit regretful when she saw Peter's nervous and frustrated expression. She shouldn't shout at him; Peter has helped her a lot during this time.

“Thank you for taking care of me, "she said.

“No need to thank me. By the way, you really shouldn't drink alcohol." Peter said it seriously. ""It's not conducive to your recovery from your injury.”

She smiled perfunctorily and said, "The caregiver said it's okay.”

“Then obviously, she's not competent enough, "Peter said.

“Okay, fine..." She thought there was something strange about Peter but couldn't tell where it was. His attitude seems particularly tough tonight. Perhaps because it's too late now, he must be really tired. Or because he's in a bad mood today.

She cleared her throat and said, "I'm ready to sleep. The guest room is next door; you can go to the cabinet and get a new blanket to use.

Peter suddenly became shy and said, "I can stay here tonight."

“Um... "she wasn't sure what he meant anymore. "If you don't want to live here, you can go take my car. But it's getting late now, and you're alone."

“No problem! I live here!" Peter immediately said:

She smiled and said good night to Peter.

After he left, she secretly took a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet, added ice, and slowly laid on the bed, drinking.

She has been unable to sleep well due to illness and does not want to rely on painkillers, so she drinks a little wine before going to bed every day.

This is a new habit she has recently developed.

Alcohol can enter her blood vessels, helping her quickly fall asleep.

*

Peter doesn't even need his superpowers to know she's secretly drinking.

Her footsteps moved from the kitchen to the refrigerator and back to her bedroom. This indicates that she first went to fetch the wine, then took the ice cubes, and finally brought the chilled wine back to the bedroom.

She really doesn't understand what's good for her.

If she needs additional sleep aids, she can provide a warm body and intimate companionship. She just needs to make a request.

Alcohol is not good for her health; it makes her addicted, makes her lose her guard, and makes her

Out of defense?

This idea suddenly hit Peter.

Yes, alcohol will help her shed her shell of isolation, indifference, and resistance from people thousands of miles away.

Peter recalled the first time he followed her home.

She also drank a martini by the kitchen counter.

Her slightly tipsy appearance looks very fragile.

Suitable for capture.

Peter's heart began to beat faster.

A steady and long breath came from the bedroom, and she should have fallen asleep.

The night is still long, and the windows are not closed.

*

She is sweating.

The air conditioning seems to be not working properly, and the sticky sweat has soaked her nightgown. Her breathing was heavy, her mind was dull, and fatigue and alcohol were constantly dragging her towards deeper sleep. The blanket was as heavy as a stone, firmly pressed against her body.

She couldn't feel her hands, feet, or back.

Sweat is flowing down her neck.

Smooth, hot, and sticky

She wanted to erase it, but her hand was also lightly pressed by some force.

“Don't move. My beauteful girl.. Peter licked it down her neck; the sweat feels warm and emits the citrus scent of body lotion. "Let me take care of you.”

She sobbed helplessly, and soon, even her voice was swallowed up by him.

The spider web in the corner was trembling.

When the prey loses its resistance, the long-awaited predator quickly moves towards it. Wrap her around with silk thread, inject venom into her body, dissolve her in the blazing heat, and swallow her clean from the inside out with a sharp mouthpiece.

The hungry predator was finally briefly satisfied.

*

The light outside the window is very bright.

The traffic is more noisy than usual.

There was a sizzling sound of frying pans in the living room, as if someone were cooking. As the fragrance spread, she gradually recognized that it was a waffle. Sweet and fluffy, piled with fruits and cream, filled with high-calorie happiness.

Oh my goodness..." Her head hurt a lot.

Since attending law school, she has never seen such a bright light because she always gets up before dawn.

Her consciousness gradually cleared up.

She realized that the pain was not just in her head.

Her left leg, which was in plaster, was very numb; her right leg was sore; her neck seemed to have been broken; and her waist was too sore to sit up. She reached under the blanket and felt a sticky and damp thing, definitely not sweat.

All over the bed.

A thick layer.

Near melting.

——Spider web.

“Ahhh! " She screamed.

Peter walked in with a plate of waffles and hurriedly asked, "What's wrong? Did you fall!?”

She trembled all over, couldn’t even wait to get dressed, and crazy crawled out of bed.

Spider silk wrapped around her body, legs, hands, waist, neck, and even hair, pulling out a thin layer of silk behind her head, like a bride's white veil.

“Oh my god, oh my god!" She screamed loudly; never in her life had she been so frightened.

She knows that the stalker was here last night.

*

She called the police.

But as in previous times, there were no unfamiliar fingerprints or footprints, and the surveillance of the living room and entrance did not capture anything.

“What about the boy? He was here too last night, right? Is he okay?" Marsa asked, anxiously standing next to her, holding her hand.

“Peter lives in the guest bedroom, and according to surveillance footage, he hasn't left the house all night. Thanks to God, he sleeps like a baby. If he heard anything and came out and collided with the intruder, I couldn't imagine what would happen. If something happened to him, how would I explain it to his aunt?"

“You really should change to a new apartment.”

“I’m already looking for it. But that's not the point! " She exclaimed hysterically. "The point is, how did that guy get in? How did he evade surveillance? Do you think he could be some kind of invisible mutant? If he really has superpowers, then what should I do?"

Marsa blinked.

“The good news is that we work for a group of superheroes.”

She was dissatisfied and said, "Are you crazy? I can't use my personal life to disturb those who save the world.”

“So what are you going to do?” Marsa asked.

“I…”

“Dinner is ready!" Peter leaned out of the door with a bright smile on his face.

Marta sat beside her and greeted him.

“Hi, Peter, Handsome as always, huh?”

“Hi. " Peter blushed in embarrassment. "Thank you.”

Marta had a date tonight, and Peter escorted her to the door and opened the door for her gentlemanly

We'll go through the contract again tonight, "she shouted at the door.

I don't want to stay up late anymore!" I said this to my colleague before leaving.

After her colleague left, she looked at Peter beside her.

Thank you; you've been working hard lately.

Let's go have dinner first. "Peter smiled.

At the dining table, she was constantly preoccupied with thoughts.

Peter could tell her concern—because of this invasion, the caregiver resigned overnight and fled. The intermediary company is also afraid of a murder case and refuses to reintroduce her as a caregiver. She can only double her hourly salary and advertise everywhere.

The New York police currently have no clue at all.

She has been in a state of panic all day.

Can’t eat.

Can’t sleep.

Peter is starting to worry about her health.

“You really should eat more." He cut a piece of apple pie and put it on her plate.

She cut it up with a dining knife. didn't eat much.

“Come on, "Peter forked a small piece for her, "open your mouth.

“No, "she frowned and retreated. "Peter, I'm not a child; you don't have to feed me.

Peter slowly lowered his fork, and the smile on his face disappeared.

“I can take you out for a walk after finishing, "he said.

Taking a walk

“Well, we can take a walk to the park.”

Her mood improved again, and a sense of guilt surged. After so many things happened, Peter still insisted on staying by her side. She shouldn't speak to him with this attitude.

She's just... just scared and anxious, and the pressure is about to break her down.

“Peter, thank you. Really. " She bit her lower lip. "But I think, for your safety's sake, I really think you should..."

“You don’t have to worry about me." Peter interrupted her softly.

She threw down her fork in frustration.

"I don't know! Maybe something will happen. Most infatuated trackers end up engaging in violent behavior! This is a form of obsessive-compulsive disorder, a mental illness! They can even murder victims! I have seen many such cases when studying criminal law."

She felt Peter's face instantly deteriorate.

Perhaps he finally realized how terrifying the situation was.

“I don't want to scare you, but..." she didn't know how to say it. "But... those spider threads... do you really think it's normal? That's purely insane behavior! The stalker has woven a web on my bed! A damn web!”

“It's a cocoon," Peter said.

Her excited tone instantly condensed.

What? " Her tone was uncertain.

Peter had no expression on his face. He propped up his head and focused his light brown eyes on her.

That's a cocoon, "he said softly. "I want to put you inside my cocoon.”

I want to put you in a cocoon.

This is the deepest and most thrilling confession she has ever heard.

Next only to the anonymous confession letter she received earlier: 'I want you to lay eggs for me'.

“Peter... " She missed her clever tongue in court; she feels like she can't even force a word now. "This joke is not funny.”

Peter just stared at her and slowly lowered his head to pick up the knife and fork.

“Eat more; you don’t look very well.”

What?

Wait what??

Is he trying to pretend that he hasn't said anything?

Her forehead was covered in sweat.

She took advantage of Peter's lowered head and reached under the table to get her phone, just pressing an emergency call button.

Before she could press it down, her phone was taken away.

She looked down and saw nothing under the table.

“Don't play with your phone while eating," Peter said, holding her phone in his hand and using spider silk.

spider silk.

Oh my goodness, spider silk!

He is not joking.

He is the stalker.

The person who put the mark in her mug was him, the person who was groping in the elevator.

was him, and that night was also him.

She can help but is shaking.

Of course, the police cannot identify unfamiliar fingerprints, as Peter's fingerprints have long been scattered throughout every part of the apartment. How did he enter the room? Oh yeah, he helped install the surveillance; he knows how that thing works.

Now she is trapped.

The phone is in his hands, there is no landline phone in the apartment, and the laptop is in the room.

She is rapidly thinking about ways to escape.

Damn it, she can't run away. She's still in a cast on her leg.

“I'm already full," her voice trembled. She has seen his face; will she be killed? What would he do to her body?

Peter tidied up the dishes without saying a word and put them in the dishwasher.

“Juice or coffee?”

“C…offee.”

“Do you want some dessert?”

“No, thank you." She could hear the fear seeping through her voice.

This will be her last meal.

She's definitely dead.

If the cases in the criminal law textbook hadn't deceived her, the obsessive stalker would have entered the stage of violent behavior by now.

“There are still two puddings in the fridge." Peter handed the spoon to her.

“No, I don't want it!" She couldn't contain her fear, and her voice completely collapsed.

"Please let me go; I will never tell anyone! I can give you money! If you have s****l needs, I can help you. Please… I miss my family. Please don't hurt me! I…”

She couldn't help begging for mercy.

At this moment, she misses her family immensely.

“I just want to get you some pudding." Peter frowned.

“I don't want that damn pudding!" She screamed.

“Then you can just say it. No need to be so rude.”

Peter is still the same Peter.

She is shy, sweet, gentle, and kind.

At least he looks like this from the outside.

He cleaned the dining table, threw all his clothes into the dryer, and took the freshly baked cookies out of the oven. He took off the sticky note from the refrigerator and checked the daily necessities that needed to be replenished.

"What are you doing?" She asked, trembling.

“I'm going to take you out." Peter smiled enchantingly at her; his teeth looked shiny and white. "Didn't I mention it just now? I'll take you for a walk after dinner. I think you've run out of candles and skim milk, so we can add a little more. What do you think?”

Hope immediately welled up in her heart.

She can go out!

She can take the opportunity to seek help.

“By the way, "Peter pushed out the wheelchair. "Your family is all in Texas, right? Why didn't they come to see you after you had this car accident?”

“I didn't tell them; I didn't want them to worry."

How does he know about her family?

“Hmm. " Peter leaned over her and sniffed warmly at her face. "You should be obedient; don't make them worry.”

She opened her mouth in fear. "What do you mean by that?"

What does that mean?

Is he threatening her with his family?

She didn't ask, but her words were blocked by his lips.

His lips are very soft—too soft.

Warm and gentle.

He has a sweet pudding taste in his mouth, with a sweet, milky aroma.

She could smell the faint wooden scent on his body, somewhat like old books in the library, gentle and harmless, almost with a hypnotic effect.

He carefully kissed her and pressed his lips, asking, "Do you want to bite me?”

Before she took action, her jaw was firmly held.

Peter stuck a finger between her teeth and said, "I may be a bit stronger than you imagine.” “And my blood... is a bit special. For your own health, it's best not to bite.”

She had no idea what the warning meant.

But she knew that when she bit it down, he didn't seem to hurt at all. It was her jaw that might have been dislocated by him.

He continued to kiss her.

Slow, careful, gentle, and not in a hurry at all. Her knees firmly sprided her legs on the chair, and her fingers gently caressed her long hair behind her neck. He let out a soft animal-like moan in her mouth, enjoying the resistance of her tongue.

Do you like it?" He stopped to let her breathe, his wet brown eyes looking at her.

She only felt that her fear had been magnified ten thousand times, and she dared not move.

This seems to be a biological instinct.

It's like seeing a poisonous snake or spider in the wild, and she instinctively knows she shouldn't move.

“I really like it." He kissed her again, sighing with satisfaction. v "You taste so good. God knows how long I've been thinking about it.”

After more than ten minutes of delicate kissing, he finally let go of her.

She is already out of breath.

Peter is also a bit unstable in his breath.

He said regretfully, "Although I still want to continue, I'm afraid that if this continues, I won't be able to leave at night.

He took her for a walk by the open and remote park lake and then went shopping at a self-service supermarket.

When taking the elevator, she wanted to quietly seek help, but Peter showed her two photos on his phone. Both photos were taken at her parents' house.

One of them even held her childhood album.

“You were so cute when you were a child," he couldn't help but smile. "I remember you saying in your childhood diary that you wanted to open an ice cream shop when you grew up. Why did you end up becoming a lawyer?”

Because... "she even changed her voice nervously," because... I want to help more people.

“This is also what I want to do, "Peter thought thoughtfully. "to help more people

*

Another week has passed.

She didn't die.

Her parents are still alive.

Peter took her to remove the plaster from her leg.

At night, he looked at her with a puppy-like eager gaze and said to her, "I've been thinking for a long time, but I've always held myself back to touch you. I’m afraid that your leg might get hurt again.”

That night, her limbs were carefully fixed by Peter with spider silk, and he didn't hesitate to leave bite marks on her. His saliva has the same anesthetic effect as spider venom. In a blur of consciousness, he heard Peter say to him personally, 'You will soon be carrying our baby cub, and we will always be together.'. I will always take care of you."

She wished for nothing but another car accident.

The event that caused her to completely give up resistance occurred late at night.

Her window suddenly opened, and a red shadow flashed in.

She was going to scream, but her mouth was immediately covered before that.

The red shadow firmly suppressed her, and in the dim moonlight, she finally saw clearly that this was the Spider-Man uniform.

“Don't worry. It's me." A familiar voice came from under the mask.

Peter

He took off his combat suit and was puzzled by her shock. "Well, I always thought you knew..."

He’s right.

Spider silk.

Disappearing fingerprints and footprints.

There are also means of entering high-rise buildings from outside the window to avoid surveillance.

He even used spider silk to stick her phone in front of her.

All the evidence was presented to her without reservation.

She has never connected these together.

Because she thought superheroes would never do such a thing.

“The city patrol is very tiring." He took out his own nightgown from her wardrobe and put it on, obediently approaching her. "Can we cuddle? just for a sec?”

“I…”

She thought that the plan of suffocating him while he was sleeping would not work.

He is a damn superhero.

She was almost in despair.

“What exactly do you want?"

“Hug me." His brown, curly hair rubbed against her neck; it’s itching. " Hmm？yes?”

She could only hug his broad shoulders, her fingers deep into his messy curls, and then stroke his back and forth like caressing a little animal.

She begged, "Please tell me what you really want from me. I can give you anything, as long as you let me go. Don't hurt my family.

Peter lifted his head from her arms and quickly left a kiss on her lips.

I won't harm anyone.

The shadow in her brown eyes was so deep that she couldn't believe this sentence.

He has such powerful power that he doesn't need to deliberately harm her; it's enough to ruin her life.

Please... " Her eyes turned slightly red.

Peter comforted her and said, "Hey, listen, I won't hurt you. If you plead, you can save it. We'll talk later.