16. Food Play
“You’re such a fucking tease.”
Lux laughed, flashing the whites of his teeth. “I know.” He wrapped the chain of Sparrow’s collar around his hand once more and dragged him ever closer. “But it’s what you deserve. To think that you spent all that time before we met having fun like this, basking in all this endless pain. It’s more than I can stand.” One of his clawed nails hooked around the rim of his sunglasses. A single tug pulled the deep red lenses out of the way, revealing deep red eyes in their place, fiery in their hunger. “So for today, you’ll have to watch.” His boot scraped across the floor as he brought his foot forwards and stepped on Sparrow’s cock, pinning it beneath his metal sole. “Understand?”
Sparrow half-hissed and half-moaned from the pain. “I understand, Master.”
“Good.” He pressed down a little harder before bringing his foot away and turning his attention to their uninvited guest.
A scrawny guy, no older than thirty, was suspended by chains from the ceiling of the secret basement room. He’d been drunk when they’d abducted him from an alley outside a nightclub a few hours ago. He was sober now.
“A pity we couldn’t find one with more meat on it...” Lux reached over, pulling his metal trolley of tools closer. “But it’ll make for good sport.”
At first glance, the tray of tools might’ve looked like it belonged in an operating theatre. It was when one noticed the knives, the drill, the pliers and the saw that its true purpose came to light. Their captive only spied it for a moment when his screaming started anew, his chains rattling as he thrashed and struggled.
The vampire licked his lips. “Someone’s eager. Now, should I start big or small?”
“Small,” Sparrow said, trying to edge closer from where he was bound in his kneeling position. “Go as slow as possible... The last one died too fast.”
A harsh yank on his collar made the metal dig into his skin. “I wasn’t asking you, slave,” Lux spat. “What part of watching wasn’t clear to you?”
He released him only to turn his attention to his tools. A good-sized knife was the one he eventually selected, weighing it in his grasp for a moment before bringing it up to the prisoner’s skin. The tip didn’t have to press far inside before it was drawing blood. Lux caught the drips on his finger as he worked, sucking them off and savouring the taste.
“Delicious.”
The screams above them quickly turned to sobs of anguish. The knife never stopped carving at him, tearing his skin from the muscle and bone beneath it, stripping his stomach of its fleshy layering. Only when the smallest tag of the neat square he’d cut was left did Lux cease. His teeth sank into it. A harsh tug of his head wrenched it from the man proper, drawing bloodcurdling howls from his throat.
“It must be agony,” Sparrow breathed, his arousal clear in his voice. “Sweet agony.”
Lux started to chew. “A bit gamey,” he commented. “What do you think?”
Crouching down, he wrapped his fingers in Sparrow’s hair and yanked, forcing his head up to meet him. The zombie didn’t need to be told what to do. He opened his mouth obediently, accepting the outstretched tongue that pressed inside him, filling him long before Lux’s lips smashed into his own. The half-eaten flesh passed from one mouth to the other, each of them tasting it as they ate it together, tearing the meat between them as each fought to feed on more than the other.
“You’re fucking sick,” their captive managed to say past his sobs. “The two of you, you’re fucking sick!”
Lux finally drew himself back from Sparrow’s mouth, still firmly clasping his hair in his hand as he looked up at their unwilling meal. “Yes,” he said, with a cruel and bloody grin. “We are.”