every fairy tale needs a good old-fashioned villain

Kill you? Don't be so obvious, my dear.
You'll die someday, and maybe at my hand,
but it won't be today, next week, or year.
I'm having too much fun, just as I planned.
Torture? Yes, that guess is far more apt.
You see, my goal here is to hear you scream.
Don't try to be brave-- you're securely trapped.
Don't try to wake up, girl, this is no dream.
That pretty face and all your girlish wiles
are what have led you here to meet your fate.
The sight of you right now could evoke smiles;
hours with my knives your beauty will negate.
Feel free to cry. You'll hurt yourself with tears.
I'm not a witch, sweet thing. I am your fears.

genetically modified

Spider silk is the strongest fiber known to man,
but spiders are quite small and they're awfully hard to herd.
So splice their genes with some other creatures, if you can,
and keep it secret, quiet, don't even breathe a word.
A few blocks away from the place I used to dwell,
there was kept a top-secret herd of spider-goats.
I know, they sound like something you could find in hell,
but they looked ordinary, bleated, and fed on oats.
The value of this flock of goats was found in their milk,
which is why the flock was entirely female.
The output was inedible-- it was filled with spider silk,
the strength of which made steel and even Kevlar seem to pale.
The threat of spider-goats made the whole town paranoid,
and after a couple of years the entire herd was destroyed.

(True story.)