・º ⎡ The creature behind the camera. ⎤º・
“you gotta be fucking kidding me.”
in the blink of an eye, a relatively boring, mundane scene had made itself quite the problem for woogil. a problem that he lacked the time, patience, and willingness to fix. this was supposed to be an easy gig, an effortless, planned collaboration between one of the ( supposedly ) cleanest girls in the business. a swift in and out, no pun intended, though woogil was quickly beginning to see that that would not be the case. not by a long shot.
“y’got his dinner all over my fucking camera, christ.” despite being drained of energy already in the first ten seconds of the incident, woogil moves swiftly, shrugging off a previously soiled flannel to wipe crudely at the lens of the camera. the setup hadn’t been the smartest right off the bat, he has to admit to at least that, what with the tripod and camera situated so closely to the action. but he had been promised a clean kill, at least on the room and his behalf. two hours of his time ( one for the kill, and a second for cleanup and disposal ), a solid chunk of footage, and he would be off, richer in experience, hard in the cock, and with some editing and publishing to handle.
an ill-placed, sloppy slice to the victim below the woman had put an end to that hope, what with the man’s stomach split in half and its contents spilling out over the warehouse floor, bile sticky and stinging against woogil’s cheek and his tripod.
“just finish up so i can get home.”
✦ —- It wasn’t her fault. She was hungry and the man beneath her bored her. His skills in bed where not as she hoped. He was lousy, looking down on woman and she lost her temper. She had thrusted her iron nails into his stomach and ripped the organ out. Watching the life leave his eyes finally giving her the pleasure she had been looking for the moment she started. “Don’t you dare blame me... if you want to have good footage you need to give me a good victim. One that at least satisfies me.” She looked up still seated on top of the male licking the blood off the nails. Her long tongue darting around the iron before pushing it back into the ribcage of the male lying beneath her.
His heart, the way she could taste a humans emotions. The heart held the most, it was the most delicious piece a man could hold as it was pure. She could taste their useless human love with just one bite of the organ. She enjoyed the savoring taste. She lifted her almost naked body of the male moving back upon her feet as she held the dripping organ in her hand bringing it to her lips while looking at the camera. Looking at the male behind the camera. Her iron teeth sinking into the flesh tearing it apart before letting it melt on her tongue. Filling her stomach, satisfying her hunger. “He even tastes vile, boring man, with a boring life that cheated on his wife....” A smirk curved her lips as she tossed the remainder of the heart to her ‘partner’
Her bare skin covered in blood but only after her hands were freed of the heart it occurred to her to close the small see through bathrobe that exposed her once more. Covering her up as she moved to stand next to the male behind the camera looking over the body laying on the cold floor. “Pathetic man, at least he came to his end doing something he loves....” There was no feelings in her words, her iron snapping back making her look human once more before she turned her head to the side “Next time let’s get a virgin girl... I love to devour those, the taste is so sweet and pure...”
