Sarah's Companion 29

The snakeman holding her tightened its grip as the approaching snakeman grabbed her shoulder.

Sarah felt the tip of the creatures blade touch her exposed stomach.

"Prey" hissed the creature with the sword.

"Caught" said the one holding her.

Hearing this, Sarah wiggled in the snakeman's grasp, hoping to dislodge herself anyway she could . . .

But it was no use.

Sarah closed her eyes.

It was hopeless.