What sort of monster had these men turned her into?

They want to look at me as some sort of monster.

His own father saw him as some kind of monster.

The girl looked at her as though she were some sort of monster.

She had looked at him as if he were some sort of monster.

But they had still looked at him as though he was some kind of monster.

What kind of a monster do you think my brother.

What kind of a monster did the boy think he was?

Even fear of the monster couldn't stop the need for blood.

Then, I know not why, the thought of the monster came into my head for the first time!