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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