45 Days with Logan
Slowly and carefully, a huge black cobra slithered out from the tank, its head raised, its forked tongue flicking in and out.
A scream ripped from my throat before my brain could even process the horror.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!"
Suddenly, he appeared from nowhere, as if drawn by the sound of my terror.
My legs trembled violently, and I bolted toward him, clinging to his side, pressing myself against him like he could somehow shield me from this nightmare.
"It's a cobra! It's a cobra! Kill it!" My voice shook uncontrollably, tears pricking the corners of my eyes.
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