The chanting came from beyond the passage that led from the cave, loud and then soft, loud and then soft; never ceasing. The only visible signs of those responsible for the ominous mantra were the grotesquely misshapen shadows that loomed and rippled across the rough passage wall. Sometimes the shadows loomed so large that it seemed their owners were about to enter the cave, but then they dwindled once more, the only other activity the occasional burst of shadowboxing - perhaps jostling, perhaps some altercation - but, whatever their cause, they never lasted for long. What did last was the gnawing and grunting that could be heard beneath the chanting. And the smell of roasting flesh. "UNKA-CHAKKA-UNKA-CHAKKA-OH-OH-OH! UNKA-CHAKKA-UNKA-CHAKKA-OH-OH-OH!" Yes, yes, all right, enough already! Kali thought. Will you please, for just one farking minute, shut up She sighed heavily, and rattled the chains that bound her. She reckoned it had been about eight hours since the sting on her neck, and it was only now that the effects of whatever the tiny dart had been coated with were starting to wear off.
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