THE MADAGASCAR MATTER – Chapter Thirteen
I felt my stomach go hollow at the thought of the coming mass of swarming and biting ants that would no doubt take great pleasure in eating bits of me. I glanced up at Andrian’s son. “They won’t kill me, if that’s what you’re thinking.”
He sniffed. “I know that. But they will torture you until you pray for me to kill you.” He smiled. “Imagine what it will feel like to have them crawling all over you. First they’ll swarm all over your head and then they’ll crawl into your ears, nose and mouth and start chewing on your from the inside. It will drive you insane.”
“What do you want from me?”
“I want you to suffer. I want you to feel the weight of your crimes against my people. I want you to scream in agony and beg for the sweet release of death.”
It was then I wished that the service had given us a poison pill I could chomp down on and commit suicide. Andrian’s son was right: the thought of all those creepy crawlies flooding over me, nibbling away at my skin, being inside my ears and nose and the itching and pinpricks of constant pain made me sweat just thinking about it. I would go crazy trying to free myself just so I could scratch and get them off of me.
“They’re getting closer, Lawson.”
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