By: Gabriella Balcom
Sallie trembled, remembering people calling her "ugly" because of her mottled, pockmarked skin, oversized nose, and warts. Only he had recognized her inner beauty. Communicating telepathically, he'd sworn to make her outwardly beautiful if she released him from bondage.
Halloween had finally arrived. Studying the moon, she pricked her finger with a knife, and chanted the spell he'd taught her.
The ground shook, splitting open. An enormous clawed paw reached out of the crevice. Then he emerged in a fiery blaze.
He gestured and Sallie's skin darkened, her limbs and body growing until she looked like him.
"Beautiful," he purred.