Araneaen Justice

Gulliver Stephens struggled to rise but found he could not move. Something bound his body to his bed.

“Pest Control Worker Stephens,” a small voice said. A spiderweb dangled a foot away from Gulliver’s face with a single golden orb-web spider sitting in the center. The spider continued, “For your crimes against arachnidity, including but not limited to attempted genocide and the use of chemical and biological weapons, you have been sentenced to . . . extermination!”

Gulliver could feel thousands of legs crawl over his body. In one moment he felt a thousand pinpricks in a thousand places, and then nothing.