The On Fice Door Essay
Right away, Clawd and Clawdeen came threw a very startled Valentine on the floor in front of Flanagan.
“Here he is!” Clawdeen snarled. “This is the guy who raped Howleen!”
Valentine struggled to get up, but Clawd pushed him back on the ground with such force that Valentine yelped. Flanagan nodded with approval at this.
“It seems my prayers were answered, Clawd,” Flanagan smiled, reaching down and pulling Valentine up by the shoulders. “The good Lord finally brought you to your senses. Now, it’s time to show this filthy heathen that the wages for sin is death!”
Valentine folded his hands, looking at Flanagan pleadingly. “There’s a child who deeply needs me! Please, sir, let me go! She needs me!”
Flanagan rolled his eyes, sighing. “I’ve heard that one several times from ingrates just like you. You’re a vampire! Let your child die.”
Suddenly, without warning, Valentine reached up and tore a clump of hair right from Flanagan’s head, screaming, “YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO SAY THAT!!!!” and attempting to bite Flanagan.
Flanagan, however, reacted quickly and opened up the door of a nearby prayer closet, shoving Valentine inside, slamming the door and locking it.
While Valentine pounded on the closet door from the inside, Clawd felt a cold, sick feeling creep into his chest. He swallowed thickly and asked, “Flanagan, are you just gonna keep him here to torture him or-?”