Chapter 344: What Is This?

"Jenna Shaw, you shameless snake. You'll die a miserable death!" Terry Yale cursed hoarsely as the wild boar and the stray dog crept closer. Only a string of bell-like laughter answered him. He twisted and dragged himself backward, desperate to put distance between himself and those rut-crazed beasts. It was useless. His hands and feet were bound. He had been drugged, and he was injured. He could barely move an inch. *What do I do? What do I do?* Cold sweat broke across his forehead. If he really...