Zapfic Short -Contest Entry "Sit"

The smell of iron, so thick it was a flavor. Screaming, the sound of dread, as the man cried “PLEASE! GET THEM OFF!” A man, shrouded in darkness, silent, expressionless, watching. The screams, becoming quiet, muffled gurgles. Terrified eyes see flesh strewn on the floor. “SIT!

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