| Piquancy | ○ a pleasantly sharp and appetizing flavour; spiciness ○ *** Having lost both parents at the tender age of twelve, young Korey had to brave the harshness of society to fulfil her desperate needs. Now, while other ladies her age were having dresses tailored for their coming-of-age, Korey had to work tirelessly to provide for her dear grandmother and younger brother. Working several odd jobs to put bread upon the table, she doesn't expect to get kidnapped by people seeming to belong to some strange cult. There, she might not but witnesses a fellow prisoner meet her gruesome end. Just whom were these people? Or better yet, what? *** EXCERPT: The slurping, sucking sounds continued. It made me gag, the sight more revolting than the putrid smells surrounding me. Yet it wasn't the most alarming. The most alarming thing had been how rapidly she was turning pale. The previously warm and rosy person gaining a blue hue, the veins under her skin now so clearly seen. I watched on in horror as he was drained her. Sucking on her neck with relish. Sluuuuurrrpp. He released her, flinging her body towards our cell. Lifeless green eyes stared blankly upon me. A shell of what once had been. Gall rose up mine throat as I turned, swiftly, heaving atop the concrete as it all became too much. I could hear others, hurling alike me, just as screams erupted all around. Panting I looked up. The man was smiling amid the chaos. A mad glint in his eyes whilst his tongue flicked out to lick the crimson smeared around his mouth. Monster. *** DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the media used in this book. I did, however, make this cover page.