The beast
The oak
planks creaked from the weight of my body, my jet black talons scratched at the
walls, the roof had a trail of blood smeared all over, my teeth of fire was the
only light, my muscly body of red smashed the unlit lamps, the glass had no effect
on my hard scaly feet, my eyes would turn anybody who gazed into my them for too
long would go mad.
The builder who
hired me offered money but I didn’t take it for I had something else in mind, I
walked up and opened my mouth. “I am home.”
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