Night Shade of the Willow (Part 2)

I lean down over the squirming corpse to be and remove a chunk of fatty flesh and throw it in the fire, within seconds it’s popping and sizzling, filling the house with such a sweet smell like a burning hunk of steak, I hear someone retching behind me which only adds to the sweet aroma. I walk over to the one who sought to get away, grabbing her restraint I drag her before the fire, the dancing flames shows the shear terror on her face with their swaying brilliance. Stretching out one of my fingers I slice a line outlining her scalp then tear it off, the sound sends blissful shivers through my body bringing me to the brink of losing control. I tie the mat of hair to my belt, my native ancestors would be proud. I’m done with this one so I step down on her throat crushing the larynx, her gurgling, death rattle washes over me, the ecstasy of it sends a spasm through my body. Slowly I turn my maleficent stare on the two thrashing on the couch, crazed by the horror of it all, tears streaming down their faces. With the same finger I cut the edges of their eyelids changing the tears to streams of blood, their wailing is like a siren’s call almost bursting my eardrums, but it sounds off key so to fix that I grab one by the face squeezing until her mouth opens, reaching in I snag her tongue and stretch it out as far as it can go then slam her in the bottom of the jaw making her bite it off, her blood sprays into my face. Stepping back, almost being pushed by the blast of their terror filled screams, I raise my hands like conducting an orchestra as the power of their soul releasing howls bathe over me. I flex my fingers at the apex of a crescendo and gouge a chunk of flesh out of the side of the neck on the one with no tongue with my right claw, sending blood everywhere, speckling the room (crypt)