Hunger

Part 2: Her

She lay metres from me in the underbrush. How I had not noticed her was incredible.

However from the dark stain growing on her thigh I most definitely had noticed her before. During my concupiscence for the human flesh I had kicked her out of the way while I gorged myself on the others.

In the atramentous light I lowered myself down onto her, placing my lips on her smooth ivory skin. It was ice cold, numbing my lips as they pressed against her. I leisurely inhaled the scent of her skin, murmuring slightly, knowing how good her flesh would taste.

My mouth parted and I sunk my teeth through her soft epidermis to the muscle beneath. I ripped off a piece and stuffed it into my mouth.

Oh- it tasted so good...

I ripped off another piece again and again. Blood cascaded out of the new wounds, covering my face and hands. I scrambled to tear off more off the succulent flesh, moaning with pleasure as I did so. My mouth went deeper into her blooded corpse as I strived to reach more, blood and gore matting my hair.

I was in heaven.

Reaching the bone, my mouth and hands searched for more, broken nails digging into her skin trying to reach the muscle beneath. I tore a chunk out of her stomach and sat there as I greedily demolished it. I moved around her body, hearing the crack of a rib as I feasted on her chest.

With my foot I came down on her head, shattering her skull, scooping out all that it contained. The brain wasn't my favourite organ but I was hungry. I sucked my fingers dry, I needed all the nutrients I could get and the brain would give me enough energy to get through the night.

I pulled myself off her. Her previously ivory skin was now tattered and torn, covered in crimson. I smirked; not even her own parents would recognise her now.