Snippet #1857741

A smirk crawled across his lips. Blood trickled down the side of the corner of his lip. His form crouched beside her, as he looked at the female. Smirking. I'm going to have fun with her. His eyes looking at the girl, and then gave another laugh. He pushed her hair across the side, and sensually letting his hand trickle down her breasts groping a bit more of it and his hand trailed down to her hips giving a yank. Forcing a sadistic laugh, the male pushed against the female once more.

Mm. Looks like I have some fresh meat..I wonder how you taste, and feel." The male said through a snarl. His eyes fixated upon the female, watching her with a grin. He leaned forward. The blood had dried somewhat a bit on her neck, the wind had caught her blood and created a some-what cagulated blood trail. His hand brushed her hair aside, again and smirked. Now patting her head, as he took some steps aside.

Some feet from the stump where she had been tied down, he took out some kindling. He began to construct a small fireplace. Several minutes later, the fire wa slit. The sun had died some half hour ago, and the darkness was becoming one with them. The icy chill of the forest floor had consumed the female, rather then himself. Being of cold blood, he need naught the pleasure of coldness. Or anything else, watching. Shaking his head, he went to the girl and poked her thigh with his boot. What is thy name, wench? You lie one more time."