Monster's Curse

Tame reaches for one of the heavyset curtains, determined to no longer live with being blind. Besides, the creature probably thrives on shadows. He pulled upon the thick webbing and felt it yield slightly. Slightly would be as far as it would go, and Tame’s heart started to hammer as he realized his hands would not be going anywhere anytime soon.

Clink.

His eyes widened and he tried to move again, but the web was like iron cord wrapped around his arms.

Clink.

He turned around and saw only a shadowy silhouette. It depicted a body of armor, without its head. He thrashed ever more, but it merely continued its steady advance. “Ge-get away from me!”

Chink. Shing.

The movement of its arms were all that told him of what was coming. No matter how hard he struggled though, it merely continued the advance, never slowing, never stopping. Once it reached him, it barely reacted as its longsword pierced through Tame’s sternum. He was dead by the time the blade was dragged out of his chest.