Pitch slammed the boy against the wall, sliding his hands up Jack’s calves. A grin spread on his face when Jack emitted a high pitched squeak. NO. NOOOO. MINTY. NO. BAD MINTY. SHHHHH. YOUR PRON ISN’T GOOD ANYWAYS.
The monster leaned in closer, his hot breath fanning across Jack’s face. He felt those sharp claws through the fabric of his clothes and he was aware of how dangerous they were.
His grip tightened on his staff and a tremble swept through his body…