"Ack...poison, Babu thought, tasting the bitterness slide from his mouth and down his throat. He had been tricked again by his Master, thinking he was to receive a treat, a reward for his successful hunting of the prey, but instead was given a revitalization pill. It was meant to heal, he knew, but disgustingly nonetheless. Every day it had been, a daily pill, for the last three weeks, but hopefully the regimen would be over soon. He would be strengthened for further hunts, and the bitter tastes would seep into foggy memory..."
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