Markus smiled like a wolf.  It was a cross-cut, jut-jawed leer.  Even a punch to his face, drawing blood, would elicit that toothy upturn.  The creep must enjoy the taste of his own blood.  He certainly wasn’t to be trusted.  One day, he would seize control of the others on the island, and for that reason, I must be vigilant.  At least, for now, only I know about the snake pit.

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