Mela: Toru-p-please don't-
She genuinely seems really panicked
???: There you go, dear...go ahead in...
He falls to the ground, legs bound by thick, unescapable spider webbing. He can hear the woman laughing cruelly, no longer sounding sweet or kind
???: HAH! Too easy...like shooting fish in a barrel...
Mela: NO! Let go of him-he is MY prey-
???: Oh? I don't see your name on him-or your magic, for that matter-