Skye:
a foot up your ugly, decrepit ass as well
The words floated through Simon's mind and slowly pulled him from unconscious to conscious.
His eyes opened, but his vision was obscured, he reached to clear whatever was in his face, but he couldn't move his hands.
That was Skye's voice, he was sure. He lifted his head, and his vision cleared as a mass of silken strands fell away. He immediately wished he couldn't see.
Skye and Pockets caged, Lenelle and Sundos manacled in chairs which he realised was also his situation. And, there, three of them, now...
"Aas!" he tried to say hags, but he realised that he was gagged.
Was that Elise and Phoebe sitting there? Why did Elise look so happy?
Just then, the warlock jerked his back, as he saw spiders run across his face, creating their silk as they moved.
~Think! Use your damned brain! Hands immobilised, gagged, covered in webs...need to get free...how?~
Turning to look at Lenelle,
"Oo aw ii?" he asked.