Dee's panic grows as she can feel...  something, getting closer, the web bouncing from its movement.  She cuts faster, sawing at the web at her arm.  Cutting the last strand free, she has a brief moment of exultation, which ends in a sharp pain in her rear.  She yelps at the pain, fingers losing their grip on the knife.  She whimpers as the knife falls, now out of her reach.<br/><br/>Dee rolls, looking at the giant spider, her eyes getting wide as saucers as she sees the size of the beast. Another whimper, a shake of her head as the tingling travels down her legs, up her back and along her arms.  "Please..... no," she begs, as it moves her arms to her sides, her legs together.  "Please...  I don't want to die...  please.... " she begs the spider as it looks down at her unmoving body.  She wants to run, to hit the spider, something, but can not move.  She is helpless before the spider.  "Please...," she whimpers.