The huge wire bin was placed strategically right by the entrance of the tiny store with a giant heap of assorted accessories piled up in it. I couldn't resist checking it out. It was calling for me. Enthusiastically rummaging through the bin, I spotted the claw ring, pulled it out of the bottom of the pile, tried it on, admired it for a few seconds, and bought it on the spot. Ten minutes later, when I tried to remove it from my ring finger, it felt like the claws had a tight grip on me. I had to turn the ring around a few times until I could get it off.
Shown here is the monster ring gripping Carol's ring finger: