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... a bird trapped in a dryer.
’This is it,’ she thought, panic spiraling out of control. ’He’s going to feed me to the crocodiles. Piece by piece. Or maybe he’ll skin me and use me as a rug. A very small, very pale rug.’
Her mind conjured up increasingly horrific scenarios. ’Boiled in oil? Buried in the mud pit with the angry vipers? Forced to eat raw eels until I explode?’
Tears pooled in her eyes, hot and stinging. She wasn’t ready to die.
Behind her, Viper and th ...
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