Snippet #2560306

His claws dug into the rock he sat on, his breathing steady as he looked over his new world. It took a long time, but he finally started a hell of his own. The world lay blank, aside from his rock, the rock held properties that this world could not touch. It was like a room he could look out from and see his prisoners be tormented. The world as white as fresh paper. He sighed and let out a low growl. He could go into this world should he so please and speak to his prisoners as a whole new entity. A new body, an animal, a young girl, a handsome man, a threat of mass size. This was his world to control. All his. As he thought of this, a sound came from a distance.

Looks like he has his first prisoner....