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I was hungry. I haven’t eaten for days. He was so close I could taste him on my tongue. You know when food is coming and your saliva glands start making spit, that’s what it was like for me but instead, venom filled my mouth. His neck so close I could see where I would bite. The heat that was generating off him was flaming against my cold skin. My jaw started to tingle and I could feel my fangs growing in.  I was his predator and he was my pray and that would be that last time he saw the light of day.