Her eyes continued their descent, tracing the line of her torso down to the stretched expanse of her stomach. Her navel, once a simple indentation, was now a gaping maw, the spider's tongue delving deep within. The sight was grotesque, yet she couldn't tear her gaze away. The tongue was thick and pulsing, a living, writhing appendage that seemed to have a mind of its own. It slithered around her navel, caressing the tender flesh, and she could feel the venom seeping into her bloodstream, setting her nerves alight with a dark, twisted fire.