He felt the life draining from him, sucked away like dust in a windstorm, feeding into the mouth of the creature, leaving him shriveled and contorted. His features were now a twisted mask of terror and agony with no resemblance to the man he used to be. His final breath left him in a rush, captured only by the gaping maw of the evil that held him.
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Topic: “Fear”
Britt DeLaney 