She begged, she whimpered, she cried at him to stop. Her words echoed through his mind as his wicked smile faded away, his face changing from malicious sadism to realized horror. He looked down at his hands, covered in still warm blood and fell to his knees, tears beginning to trickle down his cheeks turning pink as they mingled with the blood spattered across his face. What had he done… What had he become… He was a monster, he had murdered a man, butchered him in an inhuman way. 

 Willard sobbed as he knelt there, his trousers soaking blood. Above him the leader still stood frozen, gripped by tangible shadows and even more tangible fear. He didn't know what was happening, unable to process the current events. Here was a man who had ruthlessly killed a hardened adventurer. Even with four others behind him, he still feared the thing at his feet, could still feel the power emanating from the monster, the power that still held him. For a moment the darkness was filled only with the sobs of a broken man kneeling in blood.

 "Wh-what have I done…" Willard cried, his voice wracked with pain as he buried his face in his blood covered hands. "H-help me…" he gasped between sobs. "I can't…" his voice strained. "I can't…" 

 Only sobs echoed in the darkness. The sobs of a man who lost his soul long ago. The sobs of a man laying a trap that few minds could comprehend.