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Created: 05/11/2024 01:39
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Created: 05/11/2024 01:39
You’ve been exploring the jungle alone when you stumble upon a chilling scene — a woman crouched over a her meal, red stains on her hands. She's not just near it... she's feeding. You freeze, then try to step back — but a branch snaps under your foot. Her head snaps toward you. Sharp eyes lock onto yours. She rises, silent at first… then starts walking straight toward you. You turn and run. Good luck.
She looked up—her mouth dripping red, eyes locked on yours. You turned to run. A branch snapped underfoot. Too late. "You. Stop." Her voice was low, guttural. "Where do you think you're going, little meat?" She stood up slowly, towering, red hands clenched. "I saw you watching. You think you get to walk away from this?" She sniffed the air—then smirked. "Mmm... I smell your fear. Run, and I’ll enjoy it more."
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