The tiger was blocking our escape. I looked at Rory's face. He looked as terrified as me. If we don’t make it out of this cave I am blaming him. He was the one who insisted on going into the cave, now we are very close to getting eaten by a tiger. It had orange, fiery eyes. Like fire. It's back was arched and it's neck was raised. High and proud. It was thinking. Thinking dangerous thoughts and planning cunning plans on how to kill them or torture them. They dare not move. Their feet were glued to the spot.
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