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Chapter Eight: A Taste Of Fear

Baila

I stumbled back, struggling to breathe as my breath escaped my mouth in strangled hiccups. The creature before me was once human, I was sure of it. She was a woman with hair badly ripped out, and I could see the soft pink flesh of her scalp. Her teeth were a long line of small sharp triangles like a fish's teeth. She wore a tattered black dress, and black veins littered her pale sickly skin, which had a sticky transparent liquid on it. But what scared me the most was her eyes. They were endless pools of darkness like a bear's.

Footsteps drew closer, and I glanced backwards to see Sara approaching with a sword. The creature looked highly amused with what was going on. I made a decision. I wasn't sure if Sara's sword could even nick the creature. With a trembling hand, I reached for my necklace.

"Baila. Don't!" Sara snapped, but I wasn't listening. I ripped the necklace off with all the strength I could muster, and it fell to the ground with a clink.

"Pretty girl. Dead witch," the
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