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“Ah, a perfect specimen!”
Octavian ripped the panda from Percy’s bag, uncaring of the screams of terror. He raised his knife, amidst begs for mercy.
“Please, you can’t kill it, Octavian. Please!”
But his words fell on deaf ears. The augur raised the golden blade, shimmering in the gorgeous light. An appropriate spotlight for the true star of the show.
His knife delved deep into the panda’s heart, tearing past layers of cloth, stitching and stuffing.
The pillow pet was gone.
And so was Percy’s heart.