PRISONER OF THE BLACK BEAST
The gorilla didn’t leave. Massive leathery hands touched her body, sniffing her like prey. When the beast brushed against her injured ankle, Polina couldn’t hold back a scream of agony.“He’s dragging me to his lair to eat me,” she thought, paralyzed with fear. She gripped the thick fur on the animal’s back, realizing that any resistance was futile.
The beast brought her to a small, dark cave and dropped her onto the dirt. The gorilla blocked the exit, sitting right at the mouth of the cavern. The trap was shut.Attempting a desperate escape, Polina crawled toward the light, but the animal instantly loomed over her with a deafening roar. Its razor-sharp fangs were inches from her face.
In the suffocating silence that followed the roar, Polina realized the gorilla wasn’t just acting on instinct; it was systematically preventing any possible route of retreat. She watched in paralyzed silence as the creature began to methodically sharpen a large, broken branch against the cave wall, its movements eerily deliberate and human-like.
Every time she tried to shift her weight, the silverback’s eyes would snap to hers, glowing with a predatory intensity that suggested it was playing a long, psychological game. The horror deepened when she felt something cold and metallic beneath the dirt, uncovering a tattered ID badge from a guide who had gone missing years ago.
As the jungle outside erupted into a chorus of night cries, the gorilla leaned closer, letting out a low, rhythmic hum that felt less like a growl and more like a terrifying, distorted lullaby.
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