Third Person's POV
The wood hissed and groaned as it began to dissolve and bubbled into a sticky puddle of black ooze.
A foul, acrid stench sharp enough to sting the nose, like rotting flesh soaked in acid, filled the air while the hood fell from Erik's head.
He was young, with sharp black eyes and midnight hair.
The twin horns on his head were now soaked in sweat, and his lips, slick with black bloo,d trembled uncontrollably while his expression twisted into one of sheer terror.
He never saw who attacked him, and before he could even scream, he felt a strong yank from the ghastly chain piercing his right lung.
The chain retracted violently and dragged him back like a corpse on a leash.
His scream finally erupted, it was shrill, broken, and filled with agony and terror at the unknown assailant.
It was especially raw as he had never suffered and experienced such a thing in his whole life.
