Her golden eyes, framed by thickly lined lashes, drew him in. Come, they said with every flutter.
He neared — close enough to see the copper contraction furrows inside the gold.
A part of him screamed to stop as the ring collapsed into the ever-expanding pupils. But nearer still he drew to those two black holes.
He felt only one flutter before her lashes struck. They grabbed hold of his eyeballs, yanking them from his sockets, devouring them whole so quickly that he heard his optic nerves snap before he had a chance to scream.
