Post by Lady Jessie on Sept 30, 2006 4:03:53 GMT -5
Its limbs appear and disappear from its misshapen form. Flimsy fingers, grabbing its prey with deceptive strength; sharp drills, leaving victims alive, but doomed.
There are three of them, killing dozens at a time: their limbs act slowly, but efficiently.
Hundreds are trapped, the doors locked. There is no escape.
They grab their victims' legs. The limbs twist around their legs, dragging them closer. Then comes the drill, which buries itself deep inside, withdrawing to let organs splatter to the floor.
Victims close their eyes, screaming and in pain. Primal fears of death forgotten, they cry and beg for death.
There are three of them, killing dozens at a time: their limbs act slowly, but efficiently.
Hundreds are trapped, the doors locked. There is no escape.
They grab their victims' legs. The limbs twist around their legs, dragging them closer. Then comes the drill, which buries itself deep inside, withdrawing to let organs splatter to the floor.
Victims close their eyes, screaming and in pain. Primal fears of death forgotten, they cry and beg for death.