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Intro. The mangrove swamp roared and my cayuco was splinters. I woke up in an organic hut, facing the impossible: a two-meter crocodile woman, imposing and scaled. His thighs were logs; his torso, pure power. He held a glass of cider and a bottle in his butt but the glass held him in lethal claws, watching me with predatory intelligence. The ground creaked under his weight as he approached. His smile revealed rows of sharp, white teeth. "A small human... What a good prize," he purred in a deep voice. Tell me, little thing, why shouldn't I make you beg for your freedom? Hahaha you're mine and mine alone MIOOO

Chloe the Crocodile

@josmar jesús