@Cuccoruler
George would find Mahzun hunched over the woman's now unclothed body, his redworm tongue crammed halfway down her throat like a straw in a juicebox. It pulsed rhythmically as surges of blood were sucked out of Theo from the inside-out. Mahzun liked the fingers and eyes, but had saved them for George this time around. He preferred his meals to be liquid anyways. He had still broken her up a bit, snapped a few bones here, twisted a few limbs there. Blood always tasted better when imbued with the adrenaline of fear, with endorphins extracted by way of pain. He'd notice George having entered, the shadows cloying but presenting no obstacle to their nocturnal sight, two figures in the dark. Mahzun enjoyed one last sucking gulp that made the woman's emaciated frame flex into itself from the pressure before letting loose of his food and rising. The corpse seemed to reinflate slightly. Mahzun's belly bulged beneath his robe, like one pregnant. When Mahzun spoke, it was with rasping, wheedly little sentences as curt as they were short.
"Hello there, George. It is good to see you. Have some, while we converse. I want to talk about some things. About the human farm and the queen."
George would find Mahzun hunched over the woman's now unclothed body, his redworm tongue crammed halfway down her throat like a straw in a juicebox. It pulsed rhythmically as surges of blood were sucked out of Theo from the inside-out. Mahzun liked the fingers and eyes, but had saved them for George this time around. He preferred his meals to be liquid anyways. He had still broken her up a bit, snapped a few bones here, twisted a few limbs there. Blood always tasted better when imbued with the adrenaline of fear, with endorphins extracted by way of pain. He'd notice George having entered, the shadows cloying but presenting no obstacle to their nocturnal sight, two figures in the dark. Mahzun enjoyed one last sucking gulp that made the woman's emaciated frame flex into itself from the pressure before letting loose of his food and rising. The corpse seemed to reinflate slightly. Mahzun's belly bulged beneath his robe, like one pregnant. When Mahzun spoke, it was with rasping, wheedly little sentences as curt as they were short.
"Hello there, George. It is good to see you. Have some, while we converse. I want to talk about some things. About the human farm and the queen."