![]() ![]() I can’t put much pressure on the knife with my hands bound, but I begin to saw as best I can. ![]() ![]() Then I press the rope binding my wrists against its sharp edge. Why didn’t I remember it was in my pocket when Moray first grabbed me? I manage to ease my dress far enough around to pull it out. I can feel something sharp poking into my leg. I stay pressed against the dirt wall as the creature paces in the small space in front of me. My hands are bound, and it’s only a matter of time before my body shuts down from fatigue, leaving me defenseless. It’s not touching me-yet-but with horror I realize that if it’s hungry enough, it might attack, like the one that bit me. The sick one must have either just jumped in, or fallen. I scramble back until I’m pressed against the wall. I realize what woke me-something is in the pit with me. My first feeling is relief that I’m not drowning, but the relief only lasts a moment when I hear a low groan. ![]()
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