Suddenly, ren was grasp by what seemed like a large hand, formed from the very shadows.. or entity’s he sees all around Samson now, lifting him in front of him.. as the grasp was deathly tight..
“… “P-P-P-Pleeeease put me d-d-down”, listen to yourself. How pathetic of you, you call yourself a pro hero? A real hero would be able to handle more than having the air in their life slowly squeeze out of there body..-“
.. The pressure began to slowly grow.. it just.. started to hurt like fucking hell-..