The Tuna fin Task master
Sleek, powerful arms snap the whip forward, a thunderous crack. Thin slaves scarred shrink back under the brutal attack. A long flat bullet face, unblinking round eyes that snap around searching for weakness. A long gash of a mouth opens up to show serrated saw teeth. An eight foot towering frame that leans over the mauled, mouth open in a querying fashion. Probing for any weakness, any illness or anything exploitable.
Grabbing the closest fodder it raises them high up in the air. Past eight feet to nine to ten foot high in the sky. A cocked neck and turned head is the only indication of a question before the slave is slammed into the ground. Such violence ruins ribs and obliterates organs. The mouth plunges down bullet fast and rips chunks out of the victim.
The slave master finished his meal hurls the remains away before snapping the coral covered whip amongst the new meat.
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