"Cough, cough... Am I not dead yet?"
The Spider Man had just managed to open his eyes when a huge force suddenly struck his abdomen. He let out a loud "Wah" and his body curled up like a shrimp.
"Want to die? Damn, it's not that easy! If you're going to die, we'll play with you slowly until you die!"
A man's cursing voice came from above, followed by a brutal kick.
In the throes of pain, the Spider Man barely made out his current predicament.
It looked like a workshop, surrounded by large machinery... A large flashlight lay not far away, its bright light illuminating the area. About ten people stood or sat, watching him from a short distance away... The looks they gave him varied, filled with hatred or cold cruelty.
The most unexpected was a little girl who seemed barely old enough for kindergarten. She held a long dagger, and when he looked at her, she stuck out her little pink tongue to lick the blade, then gave him a sweet yet terrifying smile.
