I am the Mandrake. I am your worst fears. Do not touch me or you will suffer.
I am the spawn of Hell, and I prey on the weak and unsuspecting. Yes, I scream if you dare to pull me from the unblessed soil, and that noise may kill you, but should you touch me at all, I will enter your bloodstream and mind and devour you in burning pain and horror.
I am a waiting nightmare, yet I am temptation. The weak-minded believe that they are strong enough to take my nourishment and power, but they become my sustenance.
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A dribble a drabble strikes fear always
Lol, foolish weak people. Loved your drabble!