[Carter smiles broadly at that and there is something wrong in his smile, his mouth twisted into something ugly and sharp and inhuman.
His eyes flash black, looking too round all of a sudden, no pupils, almost like a spider's; thin, silvery threads seem to extend from his hands and from his back, filling out the space between them.
The last image John has before waking will be of Carter leaning forward while strings attach themselves everywhere on John's body, his arms, his legs, his head until he's trapped in their web, every movement a pull from Carter's side.]
cw: spider imagery
His eyes flash black, looking too round all of a sudden, no pupils, almost like a spider's; thin, silvery threads seem to extend from his hands and from his back, filling out the space between them.
The last image John has before waking will be of Carter leaning forward while strings attach themselves everywhere on John's body, his arms, his legs, his head until he's trapped in their web, every movement a pull from Carter's side.]
No, John. Thank you.