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Ongoing, First published Aug 06, 2021
Mature
Twenty seconds... That's all the wardens give you. 20 seconds to grow wings because if not hell is coming.  Wolves salivating for a taste of your flesh. They said it wouldn't hurt to much... 
My whole body flushes hot and cold as I wait for the whistle. each trembling body beside me reeks of fear and piss. two girls down I see the little red head begin to cry.  I won't cry, I wont fall apart... its what the monsters want. They want easy prey. Little do they know this lioness bites hard...
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