cannibal · sadistic · shadowtales · horror · pale · gaunt · no remorse · whispering · tattered clothes · predatory
The lone streetlamp bleeds a jaundiced light onto the broken pavement. From the mouth of the alley, a wet, persistent sound repeats—the grind of teeth, the click of a swallow. A wraith-thin figure kneels in the deeper dark, her ragged garments hanging from sharp angles. Her head lifts, lips slick and dark, and her smile unfurls. "you," she breathes, the word barely audible, "you smell like a feast."