You might be caught in a web, but Vasudha might be dying. "Forget about me, just get Vasudha somewhere safe!"
"I'll run for help, that'll be faster. What about you?"
"I'll figure a way out of this, just go!"
The sounds of Corey barrelling through the brush slowly fade. You twist and turn and then sigh. There's no way out of this web. "Vasudha, can you hear me?" you crane your neck to see her lying on the ground a few steps away.
"I'm... okay... I think..." her words are slurred.
"Hey girl, don't worry, Corey's coming back with help."
"I don't... feel... much." She pushes her chest off the ground and looks around groggily before flopping back down.
"Vasu, just stay put, don't strain yourself." Meanwhile, you strain yourself trying to put your legs beneath you as leverage, but after many fruitless attempts to stand, you push them back behind you, splaying them in the dirt. "Well, isn't this a fantastic getaway."
The silk strands are soft and thin yet strong as steel. Now that you've grown accustomed to the web pressed against your face, you have to admit it's not too bad; better than any pillow you've ever slept on. Plus, your nose and cheeks are still exposed to the occasional breeze that whisks away the perspiration. It presses your breasts firmly but gently against your chest. The front of your tankini top is fully glued to the web, exposing your belly, which hovers inches above the ground.
It's not the most comfortable position. You try to get on your knees, but now you're presenting your ass to the jungle. You drop your thighs back to the ground and bend your knees, crossing your ankles like a teenager lounging on her bed gossiping over the phone. That's probably the most dignified position you can hope to be in when Corey returns with help - it sure beats head-down-ass-up or spread eagle.
You check on Vasudha once more. She's mumbling incoherently, but seems okay. You want to be by her side to comfort her, but this damn spiderweb! "Vasu, hanging in there? Pbbth!" a strand of web slips across your mouth and you spit. "Gaugh, this stuff is gross!" The strand breaks in your mouth, and as you struggle to push it out with your tongue, you suddenly have an idea.
