Unleashed

Distant sounds of howling hounds. Starving for a feast,their masters have unleashes. Fueled by rage never to go back to their cage. Your soul is for the taking but, your flesh is what their aching. They smell your fear as they draw near.you can not hide they know your here. Piece by piece they will rip you apart.soon your soul will depart. A horror and pain you can't explain. A bloody feast to say the least.