Break my suffering Bonds (kuroshitsuji season 3)

A stray drop of blood hung suspended at the edge of a porcelain chin.

Slowly, a finger lifted the drop from its temporary resting place and traced a crimson trail up to full, cherry-red lips. The fingertip, complete with its ebony nail, slid between those plump lips so as to be sucked on until the small appendage was no longer stained. Then the mouth opened, and a puff of air bubbled up from lungs and out into the stale, foul-smelling atmosphere.

In an alleyway somewhere in London, a predator was feasting upon its prey. The night had closed in some time ago, shrouding their crimes in utmost secrecy. Sounds that had formerly rent the air—screaming, thrashing, and then tearing and chewing—now fell way to an utter silence. No one would know, in the morning; the crows would have worshipped upon their newest feast before the sun rose for a new day.

Tragic.