Young Isaac was frozen with fear. His eyes were as wide as saucers and a silent scream escaped his lips. The Wretched Man began crawling toward the bed.
“Living for him is agony. And the only way he can feel joy….”
As the Wretched Man crawled, his face sagged down to the floor like a fleshy appendage. Bones cracked and split as he slimed across the carpet. He lifted a skeletal hand, and his massive talons of nails pressed against the bedcovers. Those nails had never stopped growing.
“Is if others suffer with him.” The Wretched Man heaved himself onto the bed in a horrifying display of snapping bones and tearing flesh. Black and green ooze dropped onto the sheets.
“He latches onto them, for life. Everywhere they go, doom will surely follow.”
The Wretched Man shoved his face next to Isaac, and a piece of leathery flesh burst from the side of his throat with the effort.
“He whispered to me….”
Black rotted lips cracked back to show a mouth with black gums full of holes. The stench of sulfur poisoned the room as he spoke the words,
“YOU ARE MINE.”
The Wretched Man pressed his face into Isaac’s, and a bloodcurdling scream rent the air.
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