Please tell me I’m not the only one that noticed a cowboy strapped around Fox.
He could feel it, feel the claws shredding into his soul and poisoning it. He could feel his functions giving over to the demon, feel his hands start to shake as it gripped and squeezed at him, whispering sweet nothings in his head.
It’ll be fun.
Wouldn’t it be nice to be the special one for once?
To be strong? Invincible? Imagine how you could protect your dad.
Like you couldn’t protect your mother.
The demon hissed its pleasure, feeling the boy’s resolve bleed away as it brought up visions of his dying mother in the mangled body of their cookie cutter sedan. In full control, he looked up and sighed.
This was going to be fun.