Cecilia felt trapped, enwrapped in a coil of dark rankness. She tried to open her eyes to see what horrific plight she was in. The constriction was becoming unbearable and Cecilia pronounced herself dead.
The papers would probably read “Cecilia Collins, herpetologists died of asphyxiation after her fatal encounter with a constricting reptile.”
“Fool what sent me to this unorthodox? Yes it is all for love and love only. I love him more than I love myself and for him I would die tens of time more over.”
“My friends and family will never understand why a woman as educated as I am would give up a grand job and all the luxuries in this world to live in a tropical jungle.”
Taking one look at the darkness again Cecilia realized that she was far from dead it had accorded to her that between the coils she could hear laughter and crying and speech.
At the realization of her new found life she began to figure out what had entrapped her Eunectes murinus or an E. notaeus which one it was matter not now, drawing attention to her dilemma was all that was significant
“Happy Anniversary darling isn’t she a beauty.”
Cecilia opened her eyes, Jim was holding the reptile around his neck.
“What’s wrong CiCi baby? Don’t tell me you are afraid of a tinny tiny giant anaconda.
After all they only eat when they are hungry.”

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