Feed the Beast

Enjoy this short story by Mace Styx.

He lifted his head and froze with shock. Standing over him, over six feet tall, was a monstrous, goliath of a beast. It had hairs all over its body, staring like an overfed, violent, half-man, half-gorilla. His hair was locked, thick, and long to its waistline. It had red eyes, an enormous nose, crushed ears, and an ugly, twisted mouth. His fingers were long, sharp, and dirty. In his hand, were two long blades dripping with blood. A foul smell emanated from every part of him.

Papito lay there, on the floor, as if his body was made of stone. Only his breathing made him alive. He wanted to talk. Scream, yank himself off and fight. But he lay frozen like a helpless stone. This was the ugliest and the most vicious beast he had ever seen in his young, wild life. As he opened his mouth to scream, to warn the men in the room, he felt something sharp hit him in his arms.