She found herself looking up. And up. And up. The gorilla towered over her, a mountain of muscle and silver fur. His face was inches from hers. She could see the intricate lines in his skin, the intelligence in his amber eyes.
A guttural sound rumbled from his throat. It wasn’t a roar, but a deep, vibrating growl that she felt in her own chest. It was a sound that predated language, a sound that demanded submission.
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This was the moment. The moment where nature takes its course. The moment where the fragile human body is reminded of its place in the food chain. Tiara closed her eyes, waiting for the strike.