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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Now for the final act, I go over to the broad lying on the floor quivering, grab her by the restraint and prop her up so she can watch the show , bending down to her I skillfully slice away her eyelids, she mustn’t miss any of this. I kick her mate into the middle of the floor, snap my fingers releasing him then step on his back and bring his right arm up and start twisting it, as it comes free my ears pick up on the horrific howl being projected into the atmosphere by me drowning out all sounds. To calm myself I start gnawing on his arm with her watching the whole while, time for the feast to begin, slowly I step down on his head, I can feel the bones in his skull start to separate and as his eyes pop out the resistance is gone and his brain squeezes out the top of his head. I turn and stare at my last toy, blood and tears marring her face, this is gonna fulfill me. getting down on all fours I crawl over and start eating her left calf, her rasping cries drift into my ears like a dirge being played for the recently dead. I work my way up to her thigh then the other leg, then to her belly, now in a total frenzy. I force myself out of my feeding and look down at what’s left of this pathetic wretch, I retract my claws and place my hands on her cheek and chest releasing the glorious rot that exists within me, that is how she shall spend her last moments, decaying in a pile of herself. Standing I brush off my coat, turn to the closest bloodstained wall and with a tendril scribe “The taste of the masses has quenched me, but woo to those who disturb my slumber with their malice to society, my next message will be written in their blood.” As I head out the door I hear a cell phone ringing too bad the dead can’t answer, the tale they would tell could crack the heavens.
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