Tom screamed as he tried to run but too late, he felt the iron grip of the claws as they encircled his small waist. Try as he could, Tom could not escape and the pain was getting more intense as the grip tightened. He could hardly breathe. Tom's mind raced, how can he break free from this ferocious beast that was now growling in a most unearthly manner close to his head?
Before Tom's mind could begin to formulate a plan, it was already too late. As his life force left him, squeezed out by the raw power of the mysterious, beastly arm, it pulled him deep into the hole from which he would never return.
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