My toyboy is Alpha King
The air was heavy with tension, the only sound the soft rustling of the snake's scales as it prepared to strike.
But I was not one to back down from a challenge. With a steady hand, I reached for the nearest object, my fingers closing around the cool metal of the iron. I raised it high, my heart pounding in my chest, and struck the snake with a swift, decisive blow.
The iron connected with a sickening crunch, smashing into the snake's skull with deadly precision. The rest of its body shook violently, like a puppet on a string, before finally going still. I stood tall, my chest heaving with exertion, as I gazed down at the lifeless snake.
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