Vulture Eyes.
12:28:00 AM
Their stares are contemptuous; piercing through me like steel. From those irises, dark and brown, I can feel emanating hatred, directed at me. It makes me shudder. A chill runs down my spine, every time those vulture eyes entrance me. The hypnosis, that lulls me into their dangerous game of control, is frightening. I have to will my own eyes away from the bottomless abysses of theirs and force myself into my confines of protection.
They are horrible creatures; preying on the weak. Once they've found a prey of their liking, they hold on with atrocious tenacity. They seek desolation and destruction, wanting to render their prey to nothing but flesh and bone, a creature devoid of human emotions.
Have they succeeded?
I think not wholly.
May no one else come across enemies as horrible as mine.
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