Phoneutria

You think I’m a fool, but look at you.

You prey on rich, lonely women. You conned Sally, my friend. She killed herself. Did you know that?

I had you tracked. I had you recorded. You said you were a spider, luring your victims.

When you were out spending my money,  I told everyone you were in the shed with your beloved spiders. They are my spiders, my alibi. You didn’t know I had them, did you?

Now their venom has paralysed you.

The spiders are loose.

They see you.

They will savour each pathetic mouthful.

Who’s the fool now?

 

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