Missy sat up, her eyes
adjusted to the dark. She could see the sleeping vipers surrounding her cage,
their chests rising and falling rapidly. The gentle hiss of snoring filled the
den. Venom was asleep not far from her.
Oh how she hated him. She could feel that hatred so strong that it seemed to
burn inside her belly. She wanted him dead, and soon.
She heard the shattering
of glass.
It had started. She
needed to be ready.
She felt around her
cage, ignoring the screams and howls that started filling up the den. She needed
to find a weapon. Once these things woke up, and they would eventually, they
would be pissed, and the last thing she needed was to get caught empty handed
when those creatures started lashing out.
She reached up, feeling
the chain around her neck. Her leash. She gave it a tug, and she could feel the
far end, the end attached to the cage, give slightly. She tugged again. She wouldn’t
be able to free her neck, but if she could just get the chain free from the
cage, she would…
She heard a snap, and
the chain went limp in her hand.
Perfect.
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