“There was another crunch, and Daring Do couldn’t move her hind legs anymore.

She couldn’t even feel them anymore. everything below her shoulders was just a cold numbness, and what wasn’t obscured by the snake was twitching spasmodically, uncontrolled. The Snake started shifting, with her still in its grip, until she was sitting upright. As Daring’s vision started to go black, her forelegs were still flailing wildly, still trying to find purchase against the scales, anything to gain the upper hoof.

With one last, final, crack, Daring’s vision went white from sheer pain. Unconsciousness was merciful after that, but brief, and when she awoke a few seconds later, something was very, very wrong. Her vision was at a strange angle, looking between her legs, flopping over the coils.

What was worse, she couldn’t even move her head. The snake had taken that from her.

With another shift, the coils around her neck shifted, loosening, and she could breathe again. Yet, at the same time, the ones around her barrel tightened, so that the only breaths she could take were short gasps, faint whimpers for more air. All she could do was blink, slowly realising what the snake had done.

It had broken her neck.

The snake had actually broken her neck.”

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