Bearclaw Valley a chalice of pastel blood

Merrick jerked backwards with a devilish look.
No lustful smile, just grim bloodthirst.
A real murderer.
It was quite alluring.

The scream caused Earps heart to flutter.
And then he too pulled back on his chosen limb. Yanking and playing tug of war with the screaming toy until
pop
the leg stopped fretting, but it was still very much attached. Earp had pulled it from the socket.
He released the nail briefly to snatch up the other leg to continue their game.