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"Then untie this strap before I lose my temper!"
"I've strapped you to the chair so you won't fall," she
said tenderly. "I'm sorry, my poor darling, but when you
landed in the ravine, you struck a boulder and snapped
your spine. You're paralyzed from the neck down." A look
of shock and anguish came over Gorath, terribly saddening
Zoma. "But please don't worry, darling. I'll cook, and
clean, and care for you for the rest of your life."
Upon hearing those words, Gorath could think of only
one thing: "Revenge! I want revenge!"
That's when Zorna began to feed Gorath slug stew.
By the time Zoma shoved the final spoonful into
Gorath's miserable mouth, he had figured out his only
chance for exacting the revenge he desperately desired.
He batted his eyes at Zorna and sighed happily. "That
was delicious!" he said.
Zorna nearly blushed. "I'm so happy you liked it,
darling."
"Could you make it for me again some time, dear?" he
asked hopefully.
Zorna nearly cried from happiness. "I make it EVERY
day, darling."
Gorath looked around the shack. "You know, dear, you
have a lovely home. I think I'll enjoy spending the rest of
my life here with you."
Zorna gushed. "We'll be so happy together!"
Gorath frowned
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