Abandoned

Crawlindreadeye arrived at his haunt and strung us up from the ceiling. "Now before I leave, I need to stick that mouth of yers shut."

Ugh, I was hoping he wouldn't. Though much to my surprise he didn't just splort a glob over it and call it a day. No, he carefully and finessely applied the web perfectly on my lips. It was like I was wearing white lipstick, except my mouth was sealed, which I hated.

The bastard then headed off with the promise that he'd return soon. Even put a clock up so we could keep track of time. How nice.

We then waited and waited as he left. But he never returned. Now one might think instead of waiting, we should try to escape, but we couldn't These webs were too sticky. Worse that bastard has slatted some web over my mouth before he left, so now I can't even talk to myself properly.

Bella on the other hand is enjoying every second of this. Damn masochist. Gyselle's muffled chuckles also seem to have a hint of joy to them too. Damn perverts.

...

At police HQ, the chief finished stamping some papers with his stamp and looked back to admire his work. Papers with pictures of Gyselle, Aoi, and Bella had all been covered with "FIRED" in red ink.

"You're firing the all?" a nervous sergeant asked.

"Damn right I am. We're abandoning them and washing our hands of them."

"What about the murder?"

"Who cares."

"Gyselle's popularity?"

"We'll say the idiot sisters killed her. Now cover this shit up, I want to go home early."

...

Morning arrived and we were still strung up in cocoons. That damn spider must have been killed, but since no one knows where his hideout is, we're gonna die here. Great.

The End...

"Dandy Dan, Dandy dan, Dandy dan, dan, dan."

Wait.

"Dandy Dan, Dandy Dan, Dandy Dan, dan, dan."

No, go away, GO AWAY!"

...

I can hear the sound of tapping and someone saying "Dandy Dan, Dandy Dan, Dandy Dan, dan, dan". Must be Dandy Dan.

Sis hates that guy, but he's gonna be our ticket out. All we gotta do is blow on him and he'll rage... Oh, all our mouths are covered with icky sticky web. Welp, we're fucked.