As soon as Rome and Maya are out of sight, Rowe returns all of his attention to the demon-spider. It's pinchers opens, saliva dripping and burning through the wooden floor of Maya's room as it blinks a thousand eyes at him.
Rowes heart beats frantically in his chest, the stench of body sweat and sulfur burning his nose hairs. His stomach growls, his mouth watering as the urge to vomit overwhelms him. He swallows it back down, his throat burning.
He barely has enough time to react when four leathery hands wrap around him. He's slick enough with persperation that he slips right through, landing on his back with a crack. The back of his head smacks down and for a moment his eyes blurr. He blinks away the fuzz that clouds his head and pushes himself up.
