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One of the rats he had been seeing started slowly to
move towards the chair. It stopped several times and rose on its back legs to look and smell the human who sat
bound to the chair. Larry's nose had finally stopped bleeding and cuts along his arms and legs had dried, but the
smell of bloodied flesh made the hungry rat take chances and move closer. Helplessly Larry watched the furry animal
through swollen eyes as it crept along the floor finally stopping at Larry's feet. Its nose twitched at the thick
musty air as it lifted its body up and placed two tiny front paws on Larry's pant leg. All Larry could see was
the long curled tail of the beast, but he could feel it when the creature began to climb. A shiver streaked through
his body as the animal found its way to his lap. He struggled in a futile attempt to break his restraints, which
caused the chair to shake. The rat didn't move for a moment and Larry flexed his thigh muscles trying desperately
to dislodge the horrid mammal. Finally, he started to rock the old chair hoping that the animal would flee, but
the smell of blood was too strong for the starving rat to deny. He rocked the chair harder and harder as desperation
took over his mind. His momentum finally tipped the chair with its passengers to the floor throwing the startled
rat several feet away. Quickly recovering, the animal raced away into the darkness. Larry closed his eyes as the
rush of adrenaline began to fade. He laid there helpless as a bead of sweat rolled down his nose and dripped to
the floor. A small sharp rock imbedded in the dirt poked painfully into his cheek. He tried to move when he saw,
coming out of the shadows, several rats sitting up on their hind legs facing him. Their noses lifted to the air
as they started to cautiously move towards him. Larry lifted his head from the dirt and struggled in the chair.
He heard a crack from the wooden back of the chair and felt it loosen. With all of his might, he pressed against
the chair's back until it snapped. Still held fast by the tape, he pumped his legs and flexed his back trying to
crawl away from the approaching creatures. The rats continued to advance on the writhing man, either not afraid
or just not caring as he wiggled and pushed against the dirt. Larry rubbed his face against the sharp rock trying
to remove the tape from his lips. The jagged stone tore at his skin as the ground began to turn red with his blood.
The fresh smell only seemed to invigorate the animals and they moved closer. Several more of the animals appeared
from the shadows and joined the group. Some even bit at each other as they worked into a fever driven by the scent
of blood. Larry finally tore the tape from one side of his face and spit out the saliva soaked rag from his mouth.
He then continued to crawl toward the stairs. The rats pounced on the rag and roll around the floor with it. One
picked it up and tried to run until another grabbed the squealing animal, and attacked with vicious long teeth.
The bloodied animal drew the attention of other rats that descended upon it and tore at its body eating its flesh.
Horrified Larry watched as the animals ripped at the creature until nothing was left but some bones and entrails.
After finally reaching the stairs, he lifted his head and rested it on the bottom step. Exhausted and weak he tried
to call out, but the dust from the dirt floor had lodged in his mouth and all he does was cough. Finally, after
swallowing hard he managed to yell for help.
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