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NO ESCAPE !( DAY 15, LETTER N)

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SANGEETHA KAMATH



                         CHAPTER 14 

                        NO ESCAPE!

Porkinn snarled wickedly, his gold chain swinging like a pendulum. Goldwynn, curled up and froze her eyes wide, face getting paler by the minute.

Baconne lumbered in, Swinedell sliding in behind like a ghost. 

Goldwyn lifted her chin, voice shaking a little. "I'm waiting for the bears."

Porky chuckled, low and mean . "Bears ain't comin’ They're... displaced.

Baconne guffawed, Porkinn’s grin was sinister. Goldwynn squinted her lips tight. 

Porkinn leaned in, breathing on her face. "You wanna play nice? Tell us where the Locke Jewel is."

Goldwynn clamped her mouth shut . No sooner Porkinn’s grin vanished .

Baconne grabbed a nearby vase. "Tell us, or... 

Goldwynn flinched. Porrkinn laughed, darting to the kitchen. "Let’s rummage the place."

Baconne smashed the vase on the floor , shards flying like confetti . Goldwynn flinched but Porrkinn shoved her down.

He ransacked the kitchen, cabinets swinging open, crockery shattering needlessly. "Nothin' here, Bac!" Porkinn snarled , yanking drawers out and tossing clothes . "Where's the clue, girl? "

Baconne stomped into the bears' room flipping the bed over and slashing the mattresses "Nothin'! "

Porkinn cricked his neck. "Maybe she's hid it..."

Suddenly, Goldwynn bolted – dodging Baconne , diving for the back door. Porkinn bleated and lunged.

He blocked the door. Goldwynn skidded to a stop and backed into the corner .

Porkinn strolled over, with a mean grin. "You wanna play hard, now? Well this is as far as you would go."

The pigs drew their weapons out. Blades and steel glinted the late afternoon sun off them.

Goldwyn crouched and backed into a corner, her quivering hands covering her mouth. Her eyes were wide with horror as she stared at the pigs.

To Be Continued....

This post is part of the Blogchatter A2Z Challenge 2026.

https://www.theblogchatter.com/blogrolls/no-escape-day-15-letter-n


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