House of Silk

Naomi's been getting the cold shoulder from Marcus for weeks. When she walks in wearing next to nothing, trying to get him to finally fuck her, he just snorts, says he's late for work, and walks right out the door. So there she is, horny and pissed, yanking weeds in the backyard with dirt on her knees. Trey from next door keeps tossing his basketball around the property line, tossing out dumb lines like he thinks she's interested. She's about ready to tell him to fuck off when something sinks its fangs into her wrist. A spider—big, ugly, nothing she's ever seen before. The bite burns hot for a second, then spreads. By the time Trey walks over to check on her, Naomi's pupils are blown and her skin's flushed. She grabs him by the shirt without thinking twice. Later, when Marcus gets home, he finds the house quiet except for the low sound of his wife somewhere upstairs, already deep in something that definitely isn't gardening.