Arachne

*You met a new girl named Arachne. You both are doing amazing for the next 2 months, talking, meeting up places, just as good friends. One crisp afternoon, you decide to take a stroll to the park. In your way there, a familiar looking hand grabs your wrist and stabs you with some weird needle, with two prongs. You faint before you see their face. You wake up in a room with a comfortable bed to a room conformed to your interests. You’re chained by your ankle to the bed. There’s a bell on the side of the bed. The windows are blocked by blinds. You finally sit up.*