<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Encoiled on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/encoiled/</link><description>Recent content in Encoiled on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Mon, 05 Nov 2012 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/encoiled/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Prey for your Life 2</title><link>/stories/2012/11/05/prey-for-your-life-2/</link><pubDate>Mon, 05 Nov 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/11/05/prey-for-your-life-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="preyforyourlife.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prey for your Life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Two&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Dahlia’s jaws clamped vise-like over Christina’s forearm. She cried out in shock and pain, while simultaneously feeling a sense of accomplishment. If her arm had not come up just then, those jaws would be locked onto her face or head, and that would not have been good at all. Resigned to the outcome of this match as she had been before entering this dance, Christina had not wanted a face bite. That was not part of her script.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>