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     I'm sitting in a cold room. My breath crystallizes in front of me, though I can't see anything. It's black all around me. My feet are cold, and my hands are aching. I wish there was some sort of light, or at least someone to share this with me. But I know no one can.
     I try to peer into the distance, but I can't even tell if there is a distance. I just sit on the cold floor, and try to believe that this situation isn't as bad as I see it.
     Something touches my hand, softer than a feather. It's crawling. Creeping up my arm.
     I brush it off violently, shouting. The yell echoes in the room. I can still feel the sensation on my arm, like a half forgotten dream.
     This could be a dream. But in dreams there is always the knowledge that you can wake up, even in the worst moments. I will not awake from this. This is my own doing.
     Something brushes my foot. I freeze, cold sweat forming on my skin. What is doing this to me?
     It creeps up to my ankle. Again, I lash out and smack the thing away, and it seems to disappear. I feel trapped. In a place that no one can escape from, because they put themselves there and can't remember why.
     I place my arm at my side and bring my knees to my chest, trying to minimize myself. I want to be smaller. Then maybe the thing won't see me.
     Something scuttles across my hand, but doesn't stay. I raise my hand up, then put it back, terrified.
     It feels like I have placed my hand in a pool of strange liquid, a liquid that constantly moves. It feels strange. I cup some and bring it in front of my face, seeing if this substance will help me get out of this horrible place.
     Spiders.
     Spiders in my hand. I can see them in the pale light that comes from nowhere.
     A handful of spiders.
     I shudder quietly in silent terror and place the spiders back in the pool. But then I realize.
     The pool is spiders.
     Handfuls of spiders.
     Everywhere.
     They spread to my feet, scrabbling and touching, like a tendril of vine.
     They start to spread to my other leg, up to the calves. Then they gather at my hands. Spiders.
     Handfuls of spiders.
     They are engulfing me. I can no longer see myself in the writhing mass of spiders. I know that this is finally the end. I have accepted that I would die here, but not like this. Never like this.
     It starts to burn. I can feel the terrible prick and tingle of spiders, a swarm of them, all across my naked body.
     They start to bite. Gnawing at my flesh. Injecting me with toxins to liquefy my innards.
     I don't resist. I knew my time would come in this endlessly black place.
     Handfuls of spiders. All across my body. Creeping across every surface. Burning me.
     Eating me.
     I can't bear the pain. Someone make it stop. Anyone. I cry out for help, despite my self assurance. No one answers my pleas.
     I can feel the warm pulse of my own blood coursing out and soaking me, I start to feel dizzy. I don't want to die. Not like this. Someone help. Anyone!
     I feel no more. I fall into blackness and terror, flesh being devoured and burned from my body.
     Spiders. Handfuls of spiders.

Description
     I'm sitting in a cold room. My breath crystallizes in front of me, though I can't see anything. It's black all around me. My feet are cold, and my hands are aching. I wish there was some sort of light, or at least someone to share this with me. But I know no one can.
     I try to peer into the distance, but I can't even tell if there is a distance. I just sit on the cold floor, and try to believe that this situation isn't as bad as I see it.
     Something touches my hand, softer than a feather. It's crawling. Creeping up my arm.
     I brush it off violently, shouting. The yell echoes in the room. I can still feel the sensation on my arm, like a half forgotten dream.
     This could be a dream. But in dreams there is always the knowledge that you can wake up, even in the worst moments. I will not awake from this. This is my own doing.
     Something brushes my foot. I freeze, cold sweat forming on my skin. What is doing this to me?
     It creeps up to my ankle. Again, I lash out and smack the thing away, and it seems to disappear. I feel trapped. In a place that no one can escape from, because they put themselves there and can't remember why.
     I place my arm at my side and bring my knees to my chest, trying to minimize myself. I want to be smaller. Then maybe the thing won't see me.
     Something scuttles across my hand, but doesn't stay. I raise my hand up, then put it back, terrified.
     It feels like I have placed my hand in a pool of strange liquid, a liquid that constantly moves. It feels strange. I cup some and bring it in front of my face, seeing if this substance will help me get out of this horrible place.
     Spiders.
     Spiders in my hand. I can see them in the pale light that comes from nowhere.
     A handful of spiders.
     I shudder quietly in silent terror and place the spiders back in the pool. But then I realize.
     The pool is spiders.
     Handfuls of spiders.
     Everywhere.
     They spread to my feet, scrabbling and touching, like a tendril of vine.
     They start to spread to my other leg, up to the calves. Then they gather at my hands. Spiders.
     Handfuls of spiders.
     They are engulfing me. I can no longer see myself in the writhing mass of spiders. I know that this is finally the end. I have accepted that I would die here, but not like this. Never like this.
     It starts to burn. I can feel the terrible prick and tingle of spiders, a swarm of them, all across my naked body.
     They start to bite. Gnawing at my flesh. Injecting me with toxins to liquefy my innards.
     I don't resist. I knew my time would come in this endlessly black place.
     Handfuls of spiders. All across my body. Creeping across every surface. Burning me.
     Eating me.
     I can't bear the pain. Someone make it stop. Anyone. I cry out for help, despite my self assurance. No one answers my pleas.
     I can feel the warm pulse of my own blood coursing out and soaking me, I start to feel dizzy. I don't want to die. Not like this. Someone help. Anyone!
     I feel no more. I fall into blackness and terror, flesh being devoured and burned from my body.
     Spiders. Handfuls of spiders.