She had a spider on her neck, droplets of dew trickled down her back and spread across her shoulder blades, a glittering pathway to the insect’s kingdom.
She love the touch of the visitor, it brought her senses to waken. Her eyes couldn’t see it but the presence was welcomed as she was getting dressed for the evening.The gown had an low open back. The light touch of the long legged animal, made her stretched her long neck and her gaze dreamy. It made her look uniquely beautiful.
For an evening she was a queen and her dark beauty emanate from all her graceful gestures.
…Until she caught the reflection of her back in one of the many mirrors of the ballroom. Disgust and rejection made her jump around in an obscene devilish dance, while her grace dissolved into a satanic rage born in primal fear. She lost all in this second, herself and the others. she lost pleasure and poise.
The spider escaped the attack running up behind the shadow of a tall mirror.
As the woman looked at the mirror she only imagined the image of the creature behind it. Obsessing on the ugliness of the spider she blinded herself to this fear and anger that deformed her own features.