⚠️*Contains mature content - TW: strong & bloody violence\disturbing scenes⚠️
Hugo
Later in the evening
When I should be on the palace grounds I was stuck sitting in a fucking cell.
Inside of the filthy old fetid dungeon.
Above.
The.
Palace.
Instead.
My royal robes were draped in dirt, shit and piss and I couldn't believe what had become of me as the prince of Rottingdean.
Here I was now welling away in my own pathetic sorrow., softly weeping like an ugly baby.
Sudden footsteps approached the bottom of the dungeon. "Whose here?" I asked utterly panicked in a rush grabbing the rusted bars of my cell in awe seeing a figure stood in the darkness.
"Hello my sweet Prince" Kathrine's voice spoke seductively out wandering of the shadows.
She stepped towards me beaming looking like an angel in her hospital gown.
Her skin and hair was glowing if she was not from this earth.
"Kathrine?" I gasped staring into her gorgeous brown chestnut eyes. "What are you doing here?"
A soft chuckle escaped from her lips. "I wanted to see you, Hugo. Before I never got I chance to again"
I scratched the back of my head raising a brow plastered with a dumbfounded look upon my face. "What do you meant by that, my love?"
Kathrine entangled her hand into mine while she looked into my eyes lovingly.
"I heard Felix and the other protectors talking about an execution" she cried out.
"And i fear they meant kill you because of the attack you attempted on me yesterday" a tear rolled her down cheek. "I told them that was it all just a misunderstanding. But they didn't believe me"
I pressed my lips against her soft hand. "Thank you my love, I really do appreciate your true kindness"
"So do I my prince" Kathrine captured her lips onto mine and we stood together invested in a passionate exchange. Her mouth become more and more aggressive as we kissed.
Kathrine's teeth became quite sharp and started to bite on my tongue in a exacerbated pace. I tried to pushed her away but she bite my tongue off.
I shrieked loudly dripping blood across my mouth as she stood with venomous smirk upon her face
My tongue hanged from her mouth like a piece of meat cooked on a hot stove and she spit it out onto the ground like a filthy hounddog on heat.
Kathrine grabbed me by my neck as her facial features drastically changed within a few minutes.
Her mouth was lamprey and her eyes became hollow shaped. As she growled like an wild animal.
She dig her newly growing crawls into my shoulder with one hand and crawled through my stomach with the other hand.
To fanatically disembodied me from the inside out and began to eat out my intestines.
Until.
I.
Was.
Dead.
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The Shavers
HorrorEsme was always skeptical about the supposed urban legend and stories spread around her village about the shape-drifting creatures known as The Shavers. Until an unfortunate tragedy strikes. But will anyone believe her story?
