It pulled Derek in close. He could smell the acrid breath coming from the horrific monster and saw the glistening fangs as it smiled wickedly at him.
“You’re about to die Derek Vico,” it stated matter-of-factly in its rough demonic voice.
Derek’s eyes went wide at that proclamation. Fear gripped him like never before. It was in that moment that he realize—perhaps for the first time in a long time—that he wanted to live. He needed to live …