“You didn’t believe the tales of folks wandering into these woods this time of year and not returning. You loved searching for cryptids, but never seriously considered what would happen if you found one. Now that you were pinned on your back with the steel grip of a creature many times your size around your neck, it’s hot, sticky saliva dripping from out of a mouth opening impossibly wide and onto your hands, your eyes bulging with shock and pressure; a single notion crosses your mind consciously for the first time—is this what you wanted?

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