A Struggle for Control
Left alone, Martha could hardly believe how strong the creature was. It was pushing against the glass so forcefully that she had to lean in with all her weight just to keep it trapped. She had no idea what it really was, but she was sure she didn’t want it loose in her kitchen.
Every second felt like an hour. Her mind ran wild with thoughts of poisonous bites or worse. The thing clearly wanted out, and its strength terrified her. Her fingers began to go numb, yet she didn’t dare ease her grip. She prayed George would return before she lost control completely.
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