Destiny within the Jaws of Death

    

   

      Ensnared within the enemy’s clutches, I instinctively know he senses my terror, discovering it appetizing and thrilling. 

        I have never feared death before, but now that my demise is imminent, how can I not?   How will it feel to have the jaws rip me to shreds?  I pray death hurries.

Linking this to the Fiction Challenge "From 15 to 50"



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