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Water spirits of the drowned living in a haunted lake. Trapped underwater forever.
The slightest shift of pressure, a brief moment to think ‘oh shit’, before steel jaws slam shut against skin and bone and muscle and sinew.
A flash of unbearable agony as the excruciating pain starts, as they stumble and fall to one knee, as fingers hover over razor-sharp edges and breathing grows shallow.
Maybe they’re running from something, from whatever the trap was meant for.
Maybe they’re running from someone, a glinting smirk as footsteps slow to a casual saunter.
Fingers yanking fruitlessly at spring-coiled metal, low sobs, frequent glances over their shoulder to track their enemy getting closer and closer and closer.
Trapped like prey.