The Maid They Fed to Snakes Is Back
He nodded, and a massive glass tank was wheeled right into the center of the banquet.
They ripped the black cloth away. Inside, a Black Mamba flicked its tongue, fixing its dead eyes on me with a blood-curdling hiss.
The guards popped the lid, grabbed my arms, and shoved me toward it.
The sheer agony of being eaten alive by a venomous snake in my past life flashed before my eyes. I fought back fiercely and screamed, "That garter is made of cheap synthetic fabric! I'm allergic to it. I never wear stuff like that. That thing is absolutely not mine!"