The Shattered Soul
"Hey, help! I think someone's hurt, down there!"
There was a crushing weight and stench beyond death. "I will devour your soul piece…by…piece" a hiss in his ear. Sobbing, begging, bargaining, and one long aye-aye finger...
"Back there, cant you hear the whimpers? I am going for more help!" Gullible whole-souled fools.
That finger gouging into his eye socket, scooping out the bloody orb, popping it between serrated teeth. "I taste your weakness. Serve me, delay your utter destruction."
He felt no remorse at the screams in the dark. He felt nothing but dread of full payment coming due.