Lying helpless on the floor, Milarana looked over at the enormous spider that now, too, is unable to move and its life slipping away. The spider's limb, still lodged in her shoulder, is beginning to hurt more as the adrenaline of the battle wears off. The pain becomes too unbearable and starts to loose consciousness.

"Stupid girl. One would think she'd catch onto our tricks by now."

"Now sister you know she wouldn't. She has fallen for everything we've ever tossed at her."

Milarana tried to open her eyes. She could only see blurred figures standing over her. She attempted to speak but was too weak to even do so and too badly injured to try and put up a fight against her sisters. All she could do was listen.

"Well it seems this time we might have achieved our goal of getting rid of this retched lot." she said as she kicked Milarana. "Why was she more favored than either of us. She can't even tell if she being betrayed." She ranted on while she played with the limb in her sister’s shoulder just to try and get Milarana to scream. "She's still alive, but might as well be dead. What to you propose we do with her?"

"Humm.  We could throw her into the pit."

"Aww, but that wouldn't be any fun. I know! Let's take her to the surface. Let her rot in the awful light up above. There's no way she could survive in this state on the surface, and don't you think it would be a horrible way to die."

"True, but what if by chance she does survive?"

"Good point. We could make up something to tell everyone and make it so she can never get back here again if she tries."

"Yes, that should work if we're able to come up with something that's believable. Not everyone is as gullible as her."

"We’ll work out the details later, but for right now we must get rid of her quickly. Grab her legs and I’ll get her arms."

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On the ground surrounded by tall grass now, the rain begins to fall harder with the passing storm. It is dark out but not like the darkness she’s used to. This is a different kind. She realizes then that she is on the surface, but how? She doesn’t fully remember how she had gotten here.

Milarana tried to move. "Damn, still can’t move too well." She takes a quick look around and sees the meadow she was placed in and an edge of a forest not to far away. "How long have I been out?" She looks down at her shoulder. The limb is still there. "How am I still alive? Better yet, why am I still alive?" She thinks to herself.