New Friend Request (!!Strong Language/Violent Content!!)

Sunlight slipped through the slits  in a mangled set of window blinds to shine upon the swollen eyes of a cowering young girl. She was curled up on a stained carpet, knees clutched to her chest, whimpering in a pitiful fetal position. Her hands were bound in duct tape, her ankles in zip ties pulled taught enough to turn her bloated feet to a lilac shade of purple. Aside from a horde of curious roaches and a lonesome moth struggling for freedom in a cobweb, she was alone. Perhaps that moth knew something of her pain. A foolish creature, the moth; To fly so freely, so ignorant and blind in its flight of self indulgences that it questions no mortality until stuck within that silken trap. While it exhausts itself trying to recapture that entitled liberty, that expression of life it  regretfully took for granted, a predator watches. It creeps ever closer, careful and patient, feeling the fear of its prey intensify as it draws nearer;  it savors that fear, that desperation. Perhaps the moth begs in its own way, pleading and crying to its deaf and merciless captor; praying to its faceless god for release and salvation. Perhaps the spider smiles before it sinks its fangs into flesh, paralyzing the moth, feeling it sputtering and convulsing in horror as death envelopes it in a blanket of translucent fiber and inevitability. A foolish creature the moth. A foolish creature the girl. The girl, who lay as nude and frail and petrified as that very moth; trapped within a web, no fight or flight left in her wings, waiting for the coming of the spider.
 But unlike the moth, who's death comes swift and who's pain is minimal, she has suffered in this net for days. Her prison, a dark and ramshackle bedroom that wreaked of mildew and rot. A musty mattress rested beside her, the former lodging of a host of rats, some of which remaining as carcasses decaying in its stuffing. She could no longer see that mattress with her eyes so badly blackened, but the image remained as a seared in memory. Its fowl odor flooder her thoughts with recollections of only a day before when she had been thrown so violently down upon it that a spring broke through the fabric and pierced her side with an inch of metal. She recalled that first bit of pain, thinking of it now as pin prick  in comparison to the pain that was to follow.
Two days prior she met a man. A dapper young man with a commanding voice, and a soft demeanor. The type of guy who's soft brown eyes held that glimmer of truth and sensitivity that fanciful girl’s hearts melt over. They laughed at bad jokes, regaled each other with tales of past events, family and friends, accomplishments, embarrassments and dreams. They strolled through a shopping plaza, pointing out the unusual  and  often frumpy passers by. They huddled beneath a cafe awning to escape a sudden rain, that set a score of butterflies aflutter in her stomach as he leaned in for a kiss. They were the type of moments that were usually only described in your average dime store romance novels, or made for T.V. movies with characters that could only exist in a writers imagination. Fantasy moments like that seldom last forever, and though she knew deep down they would sooner then later end, this was an end only perceived in nightmares. She went unreserved on that oh so casual day, her personal safety never once questioned. Why should it be, when clasping the hand of an enchanting gentleman in the prime of ones youth? With him, that quiet, gentle lad with a poets tongue and a lovers gaze. She didn't think about an outcome like this, and few ever do; that's what spiders forecast, planting their webs in such inconspicuous locations that even the most timid of flies are at risk.
The sunlight faded, taking with it the light but not the mid-summer heat. She would cry if she had not shed but all her tears already, she would break like stained glass; though tears would serve her not but to sting in the cuts that ruined her face. 
The creak of a door raised her hair onto its ends, and let an eerie groan escape muffled through her gag. The fear set upon her, forcing her torso to squirm in any direction, scooting her slightly across the floor towards the corner of the room. Heavy, slow footsteps entered, kicking the door closed behind them, GADOOM!
The bearer of those calculated steps smelled of menthol and smoke, a scent that stirred a mix of dread and panic. They thumped towards the mattress, coming to stop at the head, just left of the girls still squeamish body. 
“Samantha”
 a chilling and familiar voice overpowered her desperate panting. The voice was calm, relaxed. She heard him take a long drag from a cigarette that crackled as the stale tobacco burnt to a long ash.

“Samantha, Oh Samantha. Or should I just call you Sam? That's what you prefer right, Sam?”

Sam hushed herself, refusing to answer or provoke, as if the duct tape around her mouth might not have silenced her if she dared to.

“Its hot in here isn‘t it? Can you believe some people pay to sit in a room this hot? Saunas I think they’re called. Seems a stupid thing to do, to pay for hot air when the politicians have so much to spare, right? I know, bad joke .” He paused for another drag.
“Sorry about your eyes, I‘d have been a bit more gentle had I known it would swell so quickly; I really hoped that you‘d get to see this, really I did. You'd think this was my first time. I hate to come across as an amateur, but we all have are off days, right?” He grinned, a mocking grin that looked nearer a wolfs then a mans, “Well, I guess I don't have to tell you that.”
He knelt down, examining her disfigured face as one might a work of art; running his vacant hand through her black hair, still moist with blood and sweat. Though his touch was as gentle as a lovers might be, she knew too well what he was capable of; how remorse held no meaning to him, and so, such false comforts only served to surge more ice through her veins. She pulled her head away, but could not shake his palm as it moved about her skull. He inhaled her scent, a potent mix of iron, fading perfume and urine. 
“that smell,” he said, “fear, desperation, horror…such a powerful scent. I think it inspires the primal nature in all of us; that predator, the beast that knows only of sex, of survival, kill or be killed, fight or die. I believe that, as animals, we must not deny these instincts;  it keeps us humble, reminds us that despite our grand views of humanity, we are no different then the beasts.” 
His voice pulled back a bit. His hand moved towards her mouth, caressing her cheek before snatching away the duct tape from her lips. They had become so chapped from dehydration that the action peeled away a layer of skin, leaving a trail of crimson pits and pink clefts. The sound she let out was a gasp and a curse in the same, speckled with agony, shock and horror. 

“Just let me go!” she begged, “ I swear, I wont say anything! I won't say anything, please…. Please”

“ I know. I know. You won't say anything., you'll do whatever I want, you haven't done anything......I've heard those words before"

Each time he spoke, his voice sounded both terrible and soothing, that of a madman’s, but with an unsettling calm, a tone both sweet and foreboding.
 “You know Sam, I am sorry I was so mistaken with you. I thought I had grown accustomed to disappointment, but I was wrong. You just reminded me so much of her, I couldn’t help myself. I hold to hope that one day I‘ll find her, but…so many years I‘ve looked.  Do you know what its like? To live a life of illusions, where all that you desire seems so close, yet so far away? Do you know what its like to have someone so dear to your heart leave you with nothing but bitter memories and a void in your heart and soul? I so long to fill that void Sam, to silence this echo of despair and longing within my soul; but I wonder now, if that is just a dream that sullen lovers dream…"

“Please! Please! I don't understand what your talking about, just let me go. PLEEEEASE JUST LET ME GOohoho!.”
 
“Do you know of love Sam, true unbridled unending love? No, no I would think not; and if you did, I doubt it would be me you loved. I’ve known only one that loved me, true love, and I only one…but now I fear she is  lost forever. I saw her in your face…You had her eyes, a lot of girls shared her eyes, but I was wrong with them, I was wrong with you.” 
He turned to stare into the dark surrounding them, caught in some haunting recollection. Outside the moon was slowly revealing itself to the still and quiet world below. She’s out there, he thought, out there, hidden by the dark.

“I..I’d love you. I do love you. I do” Sam spoke softly, as if trying to convince herself of her own statement. He leaned in close enough for her to smell the smoke that still lingered on his breath.

 “..What did you say?”  he asked, turning to her once more, confusion in his stare.

She struggled to push out the words, this time trying to sound more convincing, hoping those words were exactly what he wished to hear. “I can love you, I can, I can love you.”

“You would love me?” he whispered, “truly?”
“Ye-yes, I would love you...I….I love you.”

Without warning, his hands bolted to her throat, pulling her viciously to her feet with almost unnatural strength, before slamming her into the wall. She yelped as the wind was knocked out of her. The pain in her ribs intensified ten fold as fragmented bones in her neck and back dislodged with a sickening cruuunch.

“LOOOOOVEE!” he roared, his hands tightening around her neck, cutting off all passage of air.
"You stupid bitch! You think its just that easy, that simple! You think you can just replace what I have lost, with just those empty fucking words! It's that naivety that brought you here, that superficial feeling that your worthy of such devotion. You're ignorant of passion, and you're ignorant of love. Bitches like you could never understand!”
She tried to struggle free, but was too weak, and each motion hurt so much it caused immediate nausea. Instead, she was rapidly fading from consciousness, her jugular compressing more and more as his hands turned to vices.
“Stupid girl. Stupid, empty headed…. Bitch! You want to bring me peace? you want to satisfy me?”
He spit with agitation as he questioned her, choking her, watching her face go blue.
“Do you feel the hurt? Are we sharing it? Are we?…ARE WE!”
He gave a final squeeze. Sam croaked, drool spilling from her mouth, her eyes rolling into the back of her skull somewhere behind the blood filled hunks of purple flesh that were once her eyelids; and just before she was to succumb to darkness, he dropped her back to the floor with such a careless regard, that one would think she was nothing more then a bag of dirty laundry. She gasped and choked, coughing up blood and spittle as the sudden impact brought her back to her dizzied senses. Her captor transitioned from blind rage to tranquil calm as smoothly, and effortlessly as switching off a light.; almost as if there had been no change in his disposition to begin with. He stood over her, shadowing her writhing body, no emotion in his gaze.
.“I'm sorry.” He said. “I'm sorry for allowing you to think that I saw something more in you.”
He sniffed, wiping her sweat from his hands on his pant legs before breathing the long sigh of a man short of ideas and bored in his actions.
“Sam. Trust me when I say, it could have never worked between us. But we will still share something special, something few could truly appreciate. Intimacy like you‘ve never felt…like you‘ll never feel again”
Sam could not see what cold metal was pressed against her breast, but when it slid across her nipple it’s bite was sharp. She opened her mouth to cry out, but produced no more then a raspy, elongated breath. The steel bit her again, this time breaking skin and bone alike to imbed itself in her ribs; taking her breath away, filling her chest with a percular warmth, leaving her convulsing while bile and blood assaulted her taste buds.
“Do you believe in eternity, Sam?”.  She didn’t answer.
 High above her, the moth was wrapped up tight in cocoon of silk. Both moth and girl slept motionless beside their spiders.