Thunder echoes in quick succession as a woman curls her fingers in anticipation. The sky above is dark with coiling clouds, lightening refuses to strike out even as the loud crack that follows has no qualms about thundering.
A man is kneeling as if in prayer, his whole body shivering in rapture of fear. The woman steps closer to him, then grabs his chin and forces his wide eyes to look at her.
She smirks at his blank look and leans forward, relishing in the way his pupils dilate in terror.
Vaguely she wonders if he’ll piss himself like others had done before, the frightened, quaking little lambs that they are. Her fingers slip down to his jugular and the man makes a croaking sound as her nails dig into his neck, feeling his pulse.
A purring sound rolls through her throat, “You’re heart’s beating so fast.”
Something wet and warm rolls down onto her hand and she tears her eyes away from where her nails are digging into his neck, “Are you crying?”
She tilts her head back and laughs, sharp and cruel and so, so loud.
The man tilts his head back, chin tilted up and eyes looking on in shock. The woman peeks from mirthful eyes and suddenly -
- she plunges her hand into his chest.
He gasps and she wraps her fingers around the cardiac muscle. It’s so hot under her skin and she pulls herself closer as it beats franticly between her fingers.
The man gasps, mouth wide and open, and the woman smiles as his body shudders around her arm. Slowly she pulls it out, feeling tissue and blood vessels tear and rip. She looks down at the still beating heart in her grip. Blood sprays and she licks her lips tasting a deliciously warm and bitter taste. Enraptured like a wolf howling at the moon she leans forward and bites into the, organ. Vaguely she registers the man scream as life leaves him, his body thudding the ground and spasming but she’s too busy tearing into her next meal.