"Please don't hurt me!" Smee begged.
Rumpelstiltskin was coming towards him, grinning like the evil cá sấu that he was. There was nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. Smee was trapped and scared, having been running through the woods for hours; Rumpelstiltskin hot on his tracks. Now the chubby sailor found himself backed into corner with nowhere else to go.
Rumpelstiltskin giggled his stupid little giggle. He found Smee's panic to be very amusing. He stretched out his clawed fingers and went for the frightened man's throat.
"No! Please!" Smee covered his throat defensively and sank down to the...
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