He surveyed the field. The grass charred under his diabolical feet. The sheep fled, sensing danger. All, except a little lamb. The cloaked figure approached the animal. It was bleating helplessly, having noticed its missing companions.
The man opened the animal’s jaws as wide as they would go. He watched the struggle – the fear in its eyes, the raised quivering forelegs. He suddenly jammed his claw-like fingers into its eyes. It had given up struggling – too fatigued to go on. The man let it fall.
Later, a trail of surprised spiders arrived to feast on the bleeding dead eyeballs.
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