It rips his head off.

As good as it may feel to watch your ****'s head be literally ripped from his shoulders, your ex's cold dead face staring at you is terrifying. The demon is dripping blood. In one hand he holds Casey's broken body. It palms his skull and pulls it off like opening a soda bottle. Without even so much as a scream, it's over.

The brute scans the scene. The cart has overturned scattering the supplies. There are a few dead bodies including at least one horse and three humans. Emma and I don't dare move. Once it decides the area is safe, the creature's muscles seem to relax. It begins moving more like a man than a beast, methodically gathering up anything of use.

The bandits were carrying a solid amount of food and weapons for trading, no doubt stolen on this very road. It has a hidden cart down beyond the tree line and makes more than one trip depositing goods.

If I lay still maybe it'll think I'm dead. Em either doesn't have the same idea or simply can't keep silent. She's not moving, but whimpers almost constantly. The minotaur sniffs her and pokes at her with a hand that is almost human. The expression changes on its face, but I can't read it.