"Never mind?  Never mind I --" his voice was captured by the strange, silken strand. Voice muted, and moments later he tried to scream out in fury, only to be a muffled groan through the web that ensconced his strong chin and rugged jawline.<br/><br/>And thus he could do little but watch her leave the room with narrowed eyed. He swore to himself, since he could not aloud. A flurry of vicious insults that he had never the vice to speak aloud. The dark thoughts he had for that sorceress who mocked him. He wanted to bring her pain, a revenge so sweet... but he also wanted to steal away from her some pleasure. A treacherous, sinister victory. He wanted to use her, and break her.<br/><br/>Of course, none of that was likely. The festering spiders would come and devour him as he hung there. They'd lay their eggs in him and he'd be eaten from the inside out. He dwelled on the many ways of his death while she left him alone, preparing her exotic elixers.