The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella) novel Chapter 1635

Sean had a whole bunch of this breed of snakes, treated them like pets, and played with them.

"Little guy seems pretty stoked," Sean reached toward the barrier. The snake quickly wrapped itself around the railing from his hand, flicking its tongue as if ready to nip at the man any second.

Steward flipped a switch, and a horde of snakes slithered out from beneath the wall, hissing menacingly as they eyed the man dangling above them.

"Let's get some use out of him before his curtain call," Sean said with nonchalance, as if a human life was no more significant than an insect's.

The man's feet were barely off the ground.

"Just biting him to death would be too kind," Steward felt like they were letting the man off easy.

Sean flashed a grin, "Let these little critters have their fun first, then we'll toss him to the mountain."

The man heard the hissing and Sean's words, his scalp tingled with dread.

Since ancient times, humans have had an innate fear of snakes, with their cold skin and naturally venomous nature.

The snakes moved forward in a wave-like pattern, hissing loudly as they aimed for the man's ankles. The man, terrified, quickly drew his feet up. The snakes flicked their tongues and tried to approach him again.

Sean stood up, ready to leave.

"Felix told me to find him in the Demon Ring after I've done the job! Ahh." The man's plea was cut short as a snake bit him fiercely, making him scream in agony.