Cold

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COLD! Cold, Cold, too Cold. QUICK! Quick, Quick, need meat Quick. SMELL! Smell, Smell, good Smell. WHERE! Where, Where, Where good smell? THERE! There, There, There good smell. GO! Go, Go, Go there!

NEED! Need, Need, NEED!

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Rynhart set the glass onto the table and sucked in a deep breath from the cold air that drifted through the wood walls. His hands rubbed against each other and his middle finger slowly drifted over the gold band on his left hand.

He turned to the door that separated the only two rooms of the house. In the other room was a gorgeous brunette. She had been reluctant to come with him to his house, but he had eventually gotten her through charm and promises.

Rynhart pulled out his snuff box and pushed it up to his nose. He sniffed deeply through his nostril and felt the fine black powder being sucked out of the round hole on top of his snuff box. Immediately, Rynhart felt a light head sensation fill him, his heartbeat faster, and he felt a stirring in his groin.

The snuff box found it’s way back into his pocket as he pulled on his nose and felt the graininess of the Black Gold grinding against the inside of his nostril. His mind, once again, flicked to the brunette in his house.

Her mother had been similarly beautiful when she was young also. The mother was a virgin when he took her, like her daughter, and Rynhart had sent her away after the engagement. The mother then gave birth to the brunette; she complained to everybody in the village about it and Rynhart was forced to stop her from telling lies to his neighbors.

He leaned over and picked up a paper brown box that leaned against the door as he heard, somewhere in the distance, the crying of wolves before they bury their fangs into the soft flesh of their prey. His hand rested against the door handle, feeling the cold metal kissing his skin. Initially, the handle was stiff and hesitant to turn. Rynhart pushed hard against the handle until eventually something gave and the handle swung until the lock was disengaged.

The door pulled open silently with a tug from Rynhart. His eyes saw the cloudy window sitting between the door leading outside and a small cabinet sitting in the corner. In the middle of the room, on an old cracked couch, sat the brunette. Her hair cascaded over her shoulder with a few strains dangling alone down to her grey turtleneck. She sat still, her eyes locked onto the dancing flames in front of her. Rynhart felt the corner of his mouth rise as he looked at the smooth skin of her neck.

With the box in hand, he slowly stepped into the room and heard the slight creak of the wood under his large feet. Her head twitched reflexivity, before it once again eased against the couch. Rynhart felt his eyes shift over the back of her small head and remembered her soft plum lips and round breasts. He continued towards her quietly.

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FOOD! Food, Food, need Food. RABBIT! Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit not enough. HUNGRY! Hungry, Hungry, really Hungry. HOUSE! House, House, tasty House?

NEED! Need, Need, NEED!

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Slivers of blue light drifted through the small cracks in the walls and tangled, twisting and impregnating, with the light that spread outward from the light of the fire. Rachel Rose watched the fire cast dancing shadows through the uncomfortable house. Her left hand gently pulled at the locket, hidden under her cozy turtleneck, and she felt it’s weight lean heavily on the back of her neck.

Suddenly, Rachel heard gentle but firm breathing behind her; her mind raced as a rush passed up her pelvis and sank into her chest. The only other person, as far as Rachel knew, was Mr. Lockland and his odd box.

Her feet uncurled and she slowly turned around. Standing directly behind her with a, yellow stained tooth, smile splitting his face was Mr. Lockland. Large purple bags sat sadly under his sickly green eyes and wrinkles slithered around his mouth with every movement he made. His tongue lashed out over his chapped lips. Rachel smelled the over looming stench of death drift towards her with every breath he took.

“Oh, hiy’ Mr. Locklan’.”

“Hello lil’ Rose. Remin’ me ol’ mind why ya have come.”

“It’s my father. He left several days ago to fin’ my baby sister and we haven’t hear’ from him since.”

“Where did your lil sister go?” He said with one eyebrow raised surprised.

“We know not. Lil Amby always did run away when she was a babe.”

Mr. Lockland kept his smile wide, even though she noticed it waiver for a second. He walked around the end of the couch and slipped onto the couch next to her, his hand gently resting on her upper thigh and squeezing. Rachel pulled away with a small uncomfortable chuckle and she felt the arm rest bump into her back.

“I have a gift for ya, lil Rose.” His tongue lashed out again and tickled a curly hair that curled up to his lower lip. His hand grabbed the couch and pulled himself closer. His nose sniffed, as if smelling her, and his hand found her inner thigh, slowly rubbing it with his sharp nails.

Mr. Lockland brought the box around his side and gently placed it onto her lap. Rachel smiled weakly and she looked cautiously at the rough box.

“Hmmm, open it lil’ Rose.” Mr. Lockland said with his fingers slowly curling around her hand.

Her hand reflexively pulled away from his hand and her mind raced through the possibilities on how to reject him. She wasn’t interested in any of his gifts, damn it all she wanted was her daddy back. He urged her on with a few quick flicks of his hand and, when she couldn’t conjure an excuse, she stared to open the box.

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HOUSE! House, House, House smells. WHAT! What, What, What inside? TWO! Two, Two, Two inside. TASTE! Taste, Taste, how they Taste? INSIDE! Inside, Inside, how Inside?

NEED! Need, Need, NEED!

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Rynhart felt his heart race as she pulled open the box. Inside sat a soft, bright, red dress that seemed to flow like a river. The brunettes false smile faltered for a second and Rynhart saw confusion flash across her eyes before it was replaced with an unspoken question, what trap is this?

“Umm, thank you?” She said with a slight tilt of the head. Her eyes flickering between him and the dress.

“Try it on lil’ Rose!”

“Maybe I will whe-“ Her words were sliced rapidly with a sharp word,

“NOW!”

Fear filled her eyes and her mouth slipped open. Such beautiful lips and a wide mouth, he thought feeling himself grow with excitement. Her panicked spluttering made him want her all the more, they always feel better when scared of him.

Before she could think, he lifted his hand and gently caressed the bottom of her breast through her shirt. As expected, he couldn’t feel her nipple through her turtleneck and her face exploded in an incredible reaction of rage and fear. She pushed his hand away from her and nearly jumped from the couch, her hands holding the box at a distance like it were diseased vermin.

Rynhart slowly stood behind her and smiled,

“put it on, lil’ Rose.”

A tear rose at the corner of her eye and her hand trembled as she turned away from him. First come off her turtleneck, showing her smooth and lightly scared back. Rynhart stepped directly behind her; letting his fingers trace the outline of a fairly fresh scar.

She hesitated, probably wondering if she was allowed to keep her pants on and slip the dress over the top,

she wasn’t allowed.

“Take it all off, lil’ Rose. I don’t min’.” He could see her body gently shake as she pulled down her pants. Rynhart saw tears plopping on the ground between her bare legs and his eyes moved up until he was attacking her ass with his gaze.

She pulled the dress overhead, but before the dress could move any further Rynhart lashed out and grabbed her shoulders. Pulling and yanking until she was knocked off her feet and tumbled onto the couch. Rynhart jumped on her, his hand slamming against her bush and his other hand coming down hard onto her face, breaking her nose.

The brunette was crying and screaming out, but he didn’t, couldn’t, care how she felt. Almost moving robotically, he ripped his pants off. She cried out even louder as he forced himself into her, feeling a slight resistance before it broke and he jammed himself all the way in.

Rynhart felt pleasure flow through him; the brunette tried, feebly, to crawl away. Her screams had whimpered down until almost non-existent; her chocking sobs wetted the couch under her head. Her body quivered and Rynhart felt his body starting to move rhythmically against her. He fingers dug deeply into her hips. The slow slapping, caused by him thrusting into her, and the brunette’s sobs covered the soft scratching that came from near the door.

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SOUND! Sound, Sound, Sounds interesting. WEAK! Weak, Weak, they Weak. SMELL! Smell, Smell, Smells good. MATING! Mating, Mating, Mating inside. TASTY! Tasty, Tasty, Tasty!

NEED! Need, Need, NEED!

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Rachel no longer had any energy to struggle against his much stronger form.

She hated him. She hated the pain. She hated herself.

Spit drooled from her mouth and puddled under her weak and numb face.

Couldn’t live. Wanted to die. Needed to die.

A wet substance began to spread inside of her and something dirty filled her heart.

Blood. Pain. Shame.

Splintering wood filled the air and Mr. Lockland screamed as blood elegantly danced across the walls.

Run? Stay? Die?

Something sliced another long rip in Mr. Lockland and his entire body was lifted with ease.

She had to Run! She had to Escape! She had to Live!

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GOOD! Good, Good, so Good. MORE! More, More, want More. EAT! Eat, Eat, Eat them!

NEED! Need, Need, NEED!

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It loved the taste of him. The blood dribbled down It’s beak; pattering on the back of him. It’s claws continued to dig at him, bone and muscle slicing easily with every slash. It noticed out of It’s third set of eyes that the other was running, but It couldn’t be bothered with other until It finished him.

It’s beak sliced deeply into his back. The man stopped screaming and his movements become soft and twitchier. The thick stench of blood and feces filled the air in the house. A puddle of blood soaked into the wood around the body. It’s pointed ears perked up when It heard the breaking of a branch. It ripped out a long piece of flesh and leaped toward where the other had ran.

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COLD! Cold, Cold, too Cold. QUICK! Quick, Quick, need other Quick. SMELL! Smell, Smell, good Smell. WHERE! Where, Where, Where other? THERE! There, There, There other. GO! Go, Go, Go there!

NEED! Need, Need, NEED!

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