He watched as the bead of blood pushed its way through hair follicles and over pores as it left a long trail down a dangling limb.
It was one of the most enticing things he’d ever seen. Sometimes, it was the simple things in life that matter, he thought.
He licked his lips, envisioning the taste of fresh, bloodless meat. The mere thought aroused him to the point he looked into the glazed-over eyes of his prey hanging upside down from the cellar’s ceiling.
“Don’t worry, it won’t take much longer.”
The woman moaned, but was too weak to move.