Chapter 33 Dave's Treacherous Encounter With The Ruthless Mafia (Ii)

• The scene was intense as the hungry crocodiles lurked, snapping their razor-sharp fangs hungrily in Dave's direction. Their cold, reptilian eyes gazed up longingly at him, fixating on Dave and, to their apparent delight, his girlfriend, Sally, in particular. Sally, a picture of sheer terror, was as pale as the belly of a fish in that dire moment as she was tied to a pulley beside her boyfriend. Her fear was so palpable that Alejandro, who had experienced his share of life's hardships, had never seen anyone so utterly frightened in all his years.
• He couldn't fault her, for even the bravest soul would be rendered paralyzed in her shoes. In such a dire predicament, anyone would prefer a quick, merciful end to the impending doom rather than the gruesome fate of being devoured alive by crocodiles. The agony, they might experience, would be for a while, and the moment their eyes closed and they succumbed to darkness, it would all be over.
• Indeed, becoming the unfortunate prey of a dangerous swarm of crocodiles was a fate no one in their right mind would willingly embrace. It was far from anyone's ideal way to meet their demise, and Alejandro couldn't help but empathize with Sally. She had every reason to be terrified down to her very bone marrow.