Web

All it took was a minute or two and then her web was complete. Already she could see her first victims heading for it inexpicably drawn to it like moths to a flame. Patiently she waits for them to get caught up in the web and all its tangles. One by one they get trapped and sucked in. Still she does nothing but watch, indifferent to their pleas for release.

Another night, another hunt. She is exhausted from all the hunting but she cannot stop because it is in her very nature to do so and to stop hunting would mean to stop being her. So without remorse she begins again, weaving a web, luring the prey and then devouring them whole. Over and over she does this. They call her the Black Widow because she uses love and romance as bait before cruelly crushing her victims' hopes and dreams. She is as they have named her, the Black Widow.

Deep in her dreams she weeps. She cries for all the hearts she has broken, she puzzles over the way she treats her victims and wonders what would happen if she tries to care or even trust them. A sharp pain tells her that she must never think that way again. A shadow of a memory flits around in her brain. She cannot catch it, it is something that she has hidden and tried to forget but it is something that would help her understand why she is the Black Widow.

It is day again and the dreams fade and she wakes cold and indifferent. Rested and ready to hunt.