It was getting dark as Reginald made his way back to the mission.
He could still feel the milky lion spit drying on his face.
I am so telling when I see Father Clitter.
"They are so dead," said Reginald out loud to no one.
But someone replied, "No you are dead," in a whispery voice and before Reginald could even register the fear a white gloved hand clasped over his mouth.
Reginald felt something crawl into his mouth and then down his throat.
It tickled at first but then the creature in his throat began to bite and all Reginald's world was pain.
To be continued...
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