The Birth That Broke the Boss
Venom burned through my veins like acid, each heartbeat pumping the poison deeper into my body.
I forced myself to remain calm, one hand clamped protectively over my stomach, the other pressing desperately against the wound.
But the venom was an anticoagulant. Blood gushed from the wound, thin and dark, refusing to clot.
I curled into a ball, shivering, too afraid to even move.
"My snake is very well-behaved, it never bites." Gianna cooed, retrieving her snake.
But as she drew it back, she felt its scales turn slick in her hand. She glanced down and saw dark blood dripping from its fangs.