There goes another leg, with the same gut-turning sound as the first. Venus doesn't leave time to reflect on it; she hurtles over another rack, snapping the heel off of a stiletto shoe, and jams her newfound shank into the creature's face.
She bites down a shriek as some of the spider's venom splashes over her collarbone and hands. It burns, her own skin blistering and pulling away from the flesh as if it's physically recoiling from her own body. She pushes through it and grabs the beast's head, kicking upwards at the fat neck keeping the two areas of the body together.
The spider's head pops off like the top of a Pringles can. The body shudders, lurching forward without its brain, and collapses into a rack of socks. Venus shoves the head away and then lies on her back, catching her breath and trying not to let the burns dizzy her.
Re: Venus and Joly [Closed]
There goes another leg, with the same gut-turning sound as the first. Venus doesn't leave time to reflect on it; she hurtles over another rack, snapping the heel off of a stiletto shoe, and jams her newfound shank into the creature's face.
She bites down a shriek as some of the spider's venom splashes over her collarbone and hands. It burns, her own skin blistering and pulling away from the flesh as if it's physically recoiling from her own body. She pushes through it and grabs the beast's head, kicking upwards at the fat neck keeping the two areas of the body together.
The spider's head pops off like the top of a Pringles can. The body shudders, lurching forward without its brain, and collapses into a rack of socks. Venus shoves the head away and then lies on her back, catching her breath and trying not to let the burns dizzy her.