"What about--"
The beast raises it's hand and sinks its claws into your shoulder, just above your collar bone. It wraps its gnarly talons around your collar bone and the long extensions push back out of your skin. Its fingers follow until its gripping onto your collar bone, picking you up by that one tender bone.
"Too many questions," they hiss, their eyes poisoned with a crimson hue. That wicked smile still remains.
In one swift movement, their other hand flies to your sternum. Your ribs crack before you fly back, smacking into the rough bark of a tree behind you.
They never let go of your collar bone though. They ripped a four inch shard of the bone clean out.
Shocked, pained, or held by mystical forces, you don't know, but you can't move as they waltz ever so slowly over to you, picking your skin off of the bone.
You think about screaming- maybe you tried- but you can't.
That- thing! It holds the marrow to its lips and a black serpentine tongue slips out to clean off the dripping blood.
"Does it hurt?" The terrifying figure crouches before you, its gleaming red eyes boring into you. "Does it hurt?" it asks again, stabbing it's exceedingly long claws down into the hole where your collar bone used to be.
"It did not have to," they whisper, drawing their crimson stained fingers back and slashing your jugular open with the shard of bone pulled from your own flesh.
Game Over
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Futile Trials
AdventureThis is a your choice story. But choose carefully, many of these paths will lead to an unfortunate end.
