The Throne of Spiders

Priya returned, covered in cockroach guts but triumphant—she’d completed the Trial in fourteen minutes. She found Danny and Mick asleep on opposite ends of the same bunk, snoring in unison.

Mick had already taken a bite of potato. “They can’t get out unless the glass breaks. And I checked the seal. It’s industrial. So either you stand there and starve, or you join me in the world’s most stressful dinner date.”

Mick’s face went pale. “Fifty. Huntsmans. No.”

Danny paced. “What if it cracks?”

“Tomorrow night: a river of mealworms, a celebrity with a fear of water, and a secret alliance that will shock everyone. This is I’m a Celebrity… Get Me Out of Here! ”