The child desperately tried to retreat.
Her back was pressed tightly against the table behind her.
"Don't..."
"I don't want to..."
"Why?"
A chilling voice asked what seemed like an innocent question.
"Isn't it nice to be with so many pretty people?"
"No..."
The child shook her head.
"I want to be with Daddy and Mommy, and Grandpa..."
"I don't want anyone else..."
"Then hurry up and draw."
"I'm running out of patience."
"If you still can't draw it..."
Big Spider suddenly opened its mouth...
Its enormous mouth was right in front of the child.
Its sharp teeth gleamed a ghastly white.
Drool slowly trickled down.
"I'll eat you."
The child almost thought she was going to faint.
Her vision really did blur for a few seconds.
But she didn't.
Big Spider left.
The child slumped in her chair.
Wind blew in through the open window.
The child felt a cold, clammy sensation all over.
She didn't like it.
It reminded her of Big Spider's voice.
So...
Disgusting.
It made her feel sick.
The child drew almost as if she were punishing herself.
When there was only one thing left in your mind, when you mechanically repeated the same task over and over, many of your senses grew dull.
For a moment, the child even thought she wasn't as afraid of Big Spider anymore.
Then, in the second Big Spider drew near, her frantic heartbeat and the tension that made her whole body ache told her...
She'd been kidding herself.
She was still terribly afraid of Big Spider.
And...
More and more afraid.
The final deadline drew nearer, day by day.
The child couldn't draw at all.
And...
Deep down, she didn't want to draw it, either.
She didn't know what was going