Horror drafts #1

pity

Eyes black as coal stared at them from the darkest corner of their small room. They were wide and dripped an inky tar, as if crying pure darkness.

The creature was bend and broken, bones and joints sticking out every which way. The skin was pulled tight, it looked as tho it was gonna rip of of the cursed creature's limbs any second.

The awkward crouched position it had settled itself in looked painful but the damned thing made no move to change said crouch. In fact it looked as tho that's exactly why it was sitting like that in the first place.

When the creature tilted it's head the bones of it's clearly broken neck cracked and protested the movement. It shuffled forward on dislocated kneecaps, braising it's weight on the left wrist. Fingers curled inwards, none pointing the same direction at all.

Yet the creature showed no indication that it was in pain, perhaps it wasn't. Or maybe it was actually in excruciating pain but couldn't vocalize it.

It's mouth, wide and open jaw locked in place seemed to indeed indicate the torture the poor thing must be feeling. Coursing through it's mangled body with every movement, every breath.

If it even had lungs at all that is.

Because as it shuffled closer and closer, the moon illuminated more and more of the state it was actually in. It's chest was exposed, as was it's whole body. It was naked, or at least that's what they assumed.

The creature was too malformed to tell whether it uses to be male or female. Maybe it was both, or maybe it was neither. They would never be able to tell i'm afraid.

For as the creature stepped fully into the pale light of the moon, it's grotesque nature was finaly revealed.

Limbs long and twisted, wrapped themselves around them. Mouth wide and locked fell open, jaw clearly dislocated. Chest bare and hollow, shuddered in anticipation.

Legs bend so for back that they weren't even sure they were legs, curled in pleasure. While it's sucked in and hallowed out stomach grumbled in hunger.

As it lifted itself on the bed and brought it's gaping maw around their head, they couldn't help put pity the thing. It would never fill it's empty belly, or heal it's many ink dripping wounds.

Would never set and mend it's broken body. And as it's jaw clamped down and locked once more they wondered; if maybe they should have done something before...

The end.