“Shane. Shane is a bad man. A very bad, bad, man.”
Bobb stared deep into Shane’s eyes.
Bored into his soul.
Saw the deepest parts of Shane’s heart.
Broke into his mind.
Shane screamed out loud and fell onto his back in the grass. He writhed in agony.
“Oh my God, you okay?” Jenny asked.
“Yeah,” Shane said, holding the back of his head as he got up slowly.