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Roman slowly feels someone wrapping him in spider silk. Four glowing purple eyes stare down at him. He yelps, struggling. He was stuck to a web, weapons scattered on the floor. A drider, wearing a black face mask, black hoodie with purple patches sewn on, and a heavily altered pair of skinny jeans, so they could wrap around his six skinny spider legs, along with black, purple laced combat boots, and a black backpack around his thorax. "H- hello. I need someone to hold onto my eggs for the winter. I can insert them through the mouth, so it's less, um, akward. Try not to struggle." Virgil removes his mask, a grayish white tube extending from behind his mandibles. Roman yelps. "What the- HELP! SOMEONE HELP!" The tube presses past his lips, and it tasted like bone marrow. Virgil wrenches his jaw open, so the tube can slide past the teeth. It rests on his tongue, before pressing down Roman's throat. He gags, eyes going wide. He didn't mind it as much as he thought. Virgil watches him relax into it. It slowly pushes its way into his stomach. Once in place, Virgil regurgitates the small white eggs through the tube. As they travel, Roman is reminded of boba. They reach his stomach, slowly filling it. They sit comfortably, around the halfway full line, before the tube retracts. Roman's neck was sore, and everything tasted like plastic. Virgil holds out a bottle of water. "Water?" Roman nods. Virgil takes the cap off, lifting it up to Roman's quivering lips. Roman drinks, the cool water soothing his throat. Roman closes his eyes. He thought drinking from the fountain after the P.E. pacer would be his favorite water memory. He was very wrong. Virgil moves him, laying him down. "Are you alright? I know this can be rather intense." Roman nods. "Yeah. Yeah I'm okay." Roman shifts back and forth, trying to get comfortable. He succeeds, somewhat. "Um, not to be rude, but why are you using me for this?" Virgil squeezes his arm. "You're very strong. Body can take a lot of strain. You'll feel sick once this process is over, but you will recover within two weeks." Roman smiles, feeling exhaustion take over his mind. "Oh, okay..." he lets sleep take him under, as Virgil rubs his belly.