it hisses into the shadows, once again contorted by the the nightmare’s illusion. frustrated with its meals escape and the antics of this lesser demon, it howls. claws slashing at the trees, rending bark and branches. its body spasmed and lurched, the demonic darkness oozing and raging beneath its bonds. perhaps the other contestants would hear its squeals and think another was hunting nearby, as if a pig was just now slaughtered. alas, if they did, they would perhaps scatter like the birds and critters have, and it would feed on only just a minor fear.
rage exhausted, the demon retracted into its cage. limbs no longer held up by viscous protrusions, the joints creaked and claw and scythe clattered to the forest floor. the vessel’s body slumped, vented and spent, all collapsed in a heap. if the nightmare did not let it feed tomorrow. it would feed on it.
night two, kill count: |
