“I’m tired of your constant sniveling. Spreading your legs is not the end of the world,

“I’m tired of your constant sniveling. Spreading your legs is not the end of the world, not even close. I can feel how you respond, we both know you like it. Your body can’t lie.

Maybe a night with the spiders will make an honest woman of you. By this time tomorrow, I’m sure you’ll be begging to come to my bed.

Just pray I haven’t found someone else by then.”