Miriam laughed. Actually laughed. "Janice, I just let twelve snakes use me as a climbing frame. Give me a drumstick or I will personally carry you to the next trial."
The previous two days had been a fragile truce. Day one was euphoric; Day two was civil. But Day three… Day three was when hunger turned campmates into philosophers, tyrants, or wrecks.
The Viper’s Lair was worse than described. It wasn't just snakes; it was a dark, submerged chamber with only her face above a murky waterline. Pythons slithered over her shoulders, around her neck. Miriam closed her eyes and hummed a hymn. i'm a celebrity... get me out of here uk season 06 vp3
Miriam, mid-sip of her boiled rice water, didn't flinch. "You want me to do it because I’m the only one who didn't cry when a beetle landed on your pillow last night, Janice?"
"The person with the fewest votes to remain as Celebrity Chief… is Janice." Miriam laughed
"She cheated," Janice whispered to Paul. "They went easy on her. I’ve been in panto with snakes. That was a tame pit."
Ant and Dec appeared on a small screen.
When she emerged, covered in mud, scales, and quiet dignity, the production crew gave her a rare, silent nod of respect. Back at camp, Janice watched on the small LCD screen, her jaw tight.