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As you are putting distance in between you and the witch, you are suddenly facing a horrible view. A young lion is hiding under the freshly skinned rogue. You would have thrown up if you weren't that scared. Adrenaline is rushing through your veins, your levels of glucose increase, your muscle tense up, you're ready to run.

"What's wrong cutie ?" The adolescent laughs out in a mocking tone. "Are you scared ? You should be ! I'm the most hideous creature in the world, after all."

You back up slowly, she seems insane. You're afraid if you turn your back to run, she' ll jump on you all claws out.

"Your fur is so nice traveller. I'm sure it would look very nice on me, don't you think ?"

You are terrified by the idea. You can already feel her claws slicing your skin, detaching it from the fascia. Skinning you from your core to the head slowly, leaving a pink body behind, a faceless head. You look in pure horror in the eyes of the lioness, knowing that a few days earlier, another lion was looking through these openings.

You understand there is no way she'll let you off, you will need to run. You don't have time to, as soon as you turn around, she jumps on your back and thrusts her claws and teeth in neck. You struggle to get her off of you. It looks like you are living your last moments.

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