Time Peril

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Beatrice struggled to get loose, but no matter how much she wiggled and tugged, the vines would not loosen. The two cavemen who tied her to the tusks were thorough in securing her. All she could do was watch in fear as they fumbled at her belongings. 

 The cavemen seemed to be fixated on her red dress, which they tore from her moments before. She soon realized it was her perfume that was setting them off. They were fixated on the scent and were fighting over it, tugging at it back and forth, causing the delicate fabric to slowly tear apart. Grunting to each other in a language she didn't understand.

 She was supposed to be at the opening ceremonies of her husbands new business in London, she even got all dressed up for it. How did she end up here, in this jungle? All she remembered was a bright light consuming her when she exited her cab. Could this have something to do with that crazy scientist?