"You cunning, vile creature!" The young man's words pierced through the eerie silence of the night, pouring out his remaining frustration and anger towards the vile creature that stood before him.
He wanted to fight and gathered the remaining strength, but how could he? In the end, his tear-streaked face glistened under the dim moonlight as he gasped for breath, his chest rising and falling in anticipation.
Several horrifying images ran wild in his mind as he already accepted his fate. The only regret he had was that he was too full of himself, underestimating the creature!
In the next instant, his expectations turned into a grim reality. His chest, previously heaving with breath, was suddenly seized by intense pain, as if a thousand knives had sliced through it.
The sickening sound of munching and the splattering of blood caught the periphery of his vision, as if a transparent screen had been projected onto his retina.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!