Niszczyciel (Hemlock Grove)

Blame Game

A moan escaped my lips at the sensation coming from between my thighs. My fingers worked their way down my abdomen, entangling in a mess of sticky hair working furiously to please me.

My back arched as a pair of hands slid up my thighs to grasp my hips, firmly holding me in place. I reached my hands up, intending to stifle my cries and smearing something on my face. Holding my hands out, I saw that I was covered in blood.

I sat up, Roman raising his head from between my thighs to reveal a blood stained smile. He stood up, taking a thumb to wipe some blood from his chin and licking it clean.

I watched in horror as he continued to smile at me, licking his lips.

"Just can't help yourself, can ya Little Red?" I turned at the sound of Peter's voice. He walked over to stand beside Roman, extending a hand to me.

"No, I cant stop it." I pleaded, shaking my head as I backed away from them only to slip as the room began filling with blood. Roman disapprovingly shook his head.

"You feel it too, the hunger." Roman said it as though it was a fact. I tried to stand as the blood reached my neck, but I couldn't lift my hands from the floor. Peter and Roman were almost knee deep and didn't seem to even notice it. "So disappointing." He sighed, turning his back on me.