Short Story Of General Zaroff's Blood

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The dark water devoured continued to devour me. But the muffled gunshots were prevalent as well as a decimating crash. Using my last ounce of energy to fight to get on top of the vicious water. Ivan held the smoking revolver in one hand, and General Zaroff’s head in the other. His hands, drenched in the General’s blood. The dogs laid down at the beach under the cliff, they had fallen 20 feet to their inevitable doom.They were a black like the night, and now being bombarded with a crimson substance. As my eyes adjusted I also saw what remained of the human hunter’s body. Ivan saluted and scurried away quickly, limping. I was pulled down to the edgy rocks and began to do whatever I could to get back to the island. The spikes continued to puncture
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