I'm A Celebrity... Get Me — Out Of Here Greece Season 13 Bd9 [upd]

Our nine remaining celebrities are huddled around the dying embers of yesterday's fire. They look broken. Three weeks of dehydrated rations, hallucinogenic heat, and the ceaseless, throaty chirp of cicadas have stripped them bare. There is no more "acting" or "PR management." Only raw id.

Back at Camp Cleo, that night.

Paul is led to a stone altar. On it lie six clay bowls filled with a dark, viscous sludge. "Paul, meet the Hydra. In each bowl is a different local delicacy. In that bowl... sheep's eyeballs in fermented fish sauce. In that one... a live octopus tentacle suctioned to a sea urchin. And in the main bowl..." Dec: "...is the 'Hydra's Heart.' A whole, raw, still-beating goat's heart. You have five minutes to eat all six. If you fail, no stars. No food. And you unleash the 'Hydra's Curse' on camp." Paul scoffs. He picks up the first bowl— pureed silkworm pupae . He chokes it down, gagging. i'm a celebrity... get me out of here greece season 13 bd9

appear on the camp's tiny screen, grinning like benevolent demons. Dec: "Morning, campers! How's the baklava withdrawal?" Ant: "Never mind that. Because today, one of you is about to face... The Hydra's Feast. " A collective groan. Last season, a contestant lost two stone and his sanity in the Hydra's Feast. Our nine remaining celebrities are huddled around the

It sits there. Dark, muscular, roughly the size of a clenched fist. A slow, primal lub-dub is visible. It is, horrifically, still twitching. There is no more "acting" or "PR management

Third bowl: the . It suctions to his soft palate. He makes a sound like a drowning drainpipe. He yanks it out, a string of saliva and ink trailing behind.

A geyser of thick, metallic, room-temperature blood sprays down his chin. He tears a chunk. Chews. Swallows. The heart, in a final, reflexive spasm, contracts against his teeth.