Arabella's throat dried as her voice choked up in fear. The creature standing in front of her roughly resembled a human female, but there was a lot more to her.
The woman was wearing an apron stained with blood and had two muscular arms with greenish-blue veins popping underneath her skin. In her left hand, she held a rolling pin while in her right she had a blood-stained meat cleaver.
Two strings of freshly ground sausages hung from her girthy neck, and her locks spilled down her shoulders in tangled knots. Her grotesque face was full of moles and puss-filled warts, and it was made even more repulsive by her unshapely, hooked nose and bushy black eyebrows.
The woman was accompanied by a large brown dog with fleas buzzing on top of its scarred hide. Its fangs were dirty white, and its eyes as dark as the night itself. But despite its feral looks, the dog surprisingly had a spiked collar fitted to its neck.
