The Perils of DRAKE: Scenario 1 part 33

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The Dragon lowered it's head, it's meal within unable to appropriately hit it's eye. DRAKE limply hung in the jaws, still slamming her right wrist into the side of it's face. She squirmed inside it's maw, continuing to struggle and fight off the creature despite being one arm and one leg useless, having her left wrist pinned against the corner of it's mouth. "Gotta...keep trying!" She thought, though the drug in her system was hitting her heavily again, her vision blurring and making her head spin. Not to mention that the stench was unbearable, and the wet throat was incredibly humid.

The feeling of her injured leg falling made her body shiver with pain, momentarily seizing her attempts at attacking the Dragon...