The decomposing mouth of the demon creature drops open.
It’s long, rough tongue flicks out as he licks crusted, bleeding lips.
Rage induced slime spews from its mouth, dribbling, gel-like over stinking teeth, which spills onto a pointed chin.
Standing tall, he smiles at her distress, he loves it...
Fear, emanates from his delightful captive.
Doesn’t she know that fear makes her more alluring?
Her screams convince him, she’s going to die.
She is sooooo.... going to die.
He wants to see her weep; he needs to feel her squirm.
The end, almost in sight...
Around her slender throat he will apply claw like, deep, consistent pressure.
From pure evil practice he knows that in the end...
She’ll drift off, to never-never-land.
But not before he slams open misshapen, monstrous eyes,
which permits her to see, her own mirror image, as she dies … remembering forever.