His muscles were bursting out of his skin as well as his veins pumping blood as the moment gets tense.
His clothes are battered and dusty as beads of sweat drip from his head as his pricks the baby`s skin. The baby screams as the fake nurse calls the mother of the child.
The mother shakes... holding an old candle screaming as Long Lankin catches her killing her with a flick of a wrist.
They caught the blood of the baby in a basin as it drips and the skin tears and a big chunk fell and splattered in the basin.
Long Lankin walks with an old dirty coat, staggering forward as he feels a tight grasp on his shoulder and was finally hung. The frame was bolted tight as they knocked the stool from beneath... the breath of air was lost.