Hot breath dripped on my neck. I heard the tiger’s ragged, snarling breaths only inches from me. I squeezed my eyes tighter and scrunched my shoulders as if that would help. Bracing for the inevitable, I muffled a scream. Why didn’t anyone stop this from happening?
I was not supposed to open my eyes. That rule had been clear. My other instinct, to jump …
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