The trap snapped shut, its steel teeth bit through his ankle’s flesh and into bone. He paused long enough to look down at his injured foot, then pulled it free, stripping the flesh away in ribbons.
He had stopped feeling pain when the priestess’ commanding voice had taken over his mind. Since then, he had hunted down his family for their crimes against her. Now, only his cousin remained.
“What are you doing here? You are done; return to the grave.”
Moaning, he stepped closer.
“No! Stop! STOP!”
Grabbing her, he drew her close to bite. Now, he was done.