As he ran deeper into the forest with his daughter in his arms, the whole day seemed like a blur in his head. All he could think of was the men running behind him with guns. He could do anything in the world to save his little daughter – his little sunshine.


His legs hurt. His throat was dry. His daughter was crying out with fear. He couldn’t afford to stop.


He didn’t.


Neither did they.


They caught up. He could feel the bullets sink into his skin one by one. But all he cared about was the warmth of his daughter’s skin against his stomach. He closed his eyes and gave up, hoping that they let her live.


And the tiger accepted his defeat.


“Load the beast in the Jeep,” said one of the hunters.


The ‘beast’ was too dead to laugh at the irony.


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