The Minotaur

It's first victim entered. Furious and menacing, the Minotaur viciously stampeded down the never ending pathways of the desolate labyrinth. His razor sharp horns, ivory white and chipped coiled upwards like shining metal hooks. The Minotaur let out a penetrating roar as he continued his pursuit to find some flesh. His great chest, robust and stalwart, jolted uncontrollably as he trampled across many rotting, dead bodies. He halted. He swivelled on his wounded heels. He sniffed the fetid air, his grimy snot vibrating in his pig like nose. The vile beast had spotted his victim. He fixated his blood shot eyes on the quivering prisoner. The Minotaur bared his bacteria infested, yellow teeth and the smell of rotting flesh lingered about the labyrinth. The monstrous brute riotously rampaged, knocking the crumbling walls as he ran... CHOMP!