A five year old girl, hidden in the shambles of a once grand castle. At least that's the way she thought of her quaint little cottage. Blood, tainting everything with its metallic scent. The smell took her back to her father skinning and chopping a dear into steaks for them to enjoy. The winter was closing in and her family was far too poor to afford meat of any sort.
You see I never understood people the way I did animals, that was , until I took one apart to see how it worked. Now a slimy decaying body lay before me. She had it coming, none the less it was tragic.
A woman struck town in her early thirties, what a pity. I wiped the red foam from my mouth, the taste of her blood felt like sludge from a drain pipe, most likely from the sins she so readily committed.
Ah yes, sins , was it a sin to tear her sweet throat from her body?, to savor the way I connected and felt her heart beat until it disappeared ? I felt a scream rise up inside me. Horror and disbelief tried to escape but it felt like acid and nails clawing at my throat , ready to burst .
I knew the truth, I didn't regret killing her. Don't misunderstand you see, I love her, I have no bad feelings towards her, but when you are treated like a monster , what other way is there to be?
