By the time he realised that the screaming child wasn't being crushed under the creature's foot it was too late. Where her shirt ended and her legs should have been was instead the same greyish flesh of the beast - she wasn't human at all, she was something more akin to a toe and an anglerfish's lure combined.
And it had worked perfectly.
He'd fallen right into its trap, following her as she was dragged around corner after corner, down countless stairs and through broken door after broken door to the point where he wouldn't be able to find his way back out if his life depended on it. And unfortunately it did.
All that time it had been just him and the creature yet his paternal feelings for a wounded child he'd never known, one that didn't even exist, still made his heart clench as the creature retracted the child-shaped lure and a serrated talon fell into place. It was a few shades paler than the others, clearly its technique rarely worked.
He'd just been the right fool in the right place at the right time.
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