Dragons cave by Megan Doss

Dragons Live
I was Taking a Hike up though the dark, damp, forest in the middle of the full moon of night. I was compelled to do this but I guess I had to... I was heading up to the “Cave of the Dragon” as my 'used to be' fellow villagers has always put it. Apparently legend says a dragon dwells there,well I will be the judge of that and prove to those bone heads there is NOTHING there but dust and probably old bones from prisoners. I will show them all that dragons do not exist in this world! Or any other for that matter! That is why I am taking this long hike to the Dragons Lair...
I finally came up on the damn cave that got me kicked out. I entered slowly taking caution,not because I was scared,because some wild animals may come out and attack. I held out a torch in-front of me that shone across  piles upon piles of bones ranging from animal to human! In the middle of the cave was the largest pile,a pile of bones,gold,silver,precious gems and silks of all kinds.
On top of the enormous pile was an fearsome obsidian and amethyst scaled dragon with glowing red eyes that pierced into my very soul,breaking any pride I had left in my body like how its giant, sharp, mortifying claws could my brittle bones. The scales seemed to be shined and sharpened to a razor blade point,sharp enough to cut skin like butter! His mortifying teeth struck fear into the center of my heart!
I froze in fear,trembling like a autumn leave in the wind holding on desperately to the branch like I am to my sanity. I did not move fearing for my very life but I made a vital mistake and dropped the torch,the dragon snapped its head around to meet my gaze,oh how I sat there like a lamb on the slaughter table! The beast took no time to snatch me up in its giant crushing claws squeezing every bone in my body like a python with its prey. I gave out a sharp cry of pain,sounding more like a little girl than a man. Its beastly red eyes glared into my soul like I was face to face with the devil himself. All I could see in it's eyes was the mindless cruelty of a animal starring down at me,like the lion and the lamb...I am going to be this beast's dinner.
The next think I know is the beast's nostrils flaring and blue smoke rising from them,licks of flames escaping from its mouth. I closed my eyes and ducked my head away as the dragon blew a fire ball aimed directly at me. I could feel my own flesh burn off,all I could smell was my own burning flesh! Finally the flames stop barring at my raw singed fleshed that seemed to be rolling off my muscle and bone like molasses. I could feel my eyes trying to fall out of my sockets,i tried desperately to hold onto my eye sight but I was starting to go blind,shagged screaming and cried escaped what was left of my throat.
“I....I'm sorry...everyone...”
I managed to whisper out as the dragon's sharp dagger like teeth ripped into my arms and shoulder,ripping me apart like a barbarian would a turkey leg! I shrieked out in pain as loud as I could in hopes someone could hear me though I know I am to far gone to be saved...and the last think I see is the throat of the beast and then...darkness...I cannot see..I cannot feel..and my heart stops as I slide down into the belly of the beast.

Vile of Blood - Megan Doss

The Vile...Of Blood
It was a normal,sunny day when the bell rang. I got up lazily from my chair and headed toward the door and opened it tiredly,I barely any time to speak the word hello before a package was shoved in my face and a weird monotone voiced rang out,”Package for Emily...*he paused* Grund.” I shoved down the package and signed the little clipboard before going back inside excited,I never got a package before. I rushed into my room to open the package.
I quickly but carefully opened up the package,to find that in the sea of Styrofoam packaging was a small vile of blood,with a tiny tag attached that said,”Drink me” on it like something from Alice in Wonderland,only more Vampire like and evil. I hesitated with the vile but lifted it to the light to examine it,my breathing became heavy and my eyes began to quiver,I was terrible queasy at the site of blood.
I carefully opened it and sniffed the contents in curiosity,bad idea on my part but I digress...I held my nose and grimaced,”this is going to suck...” I whispered under my breath and stuck the vile up to my lips and threw my head back,downing the veil's contents. As soon as the cold,salty liquid slid down my throat I began to feel faint..The last think I remember is a bat flying into my window and a poof of smoke...and a dark silhouette standing over me...chuckling darkly.
I woke up in a dark,damp,rusty cage...My head was throbbing in agony...I groaned and ran my hand along my neck. I froze in shock...there were two small marks on my neck...like a snake bite of a sort. I took a shuddery breath as I sat up weakly,my hand on my neck. It took a minute for my eyes to get adjusted to the dark dim room. I took the time to examine my surroundings. I was in a dark,dimly lit room,There seemed to be a path leading up to my cage which was suspended from the ceiling above spikes,leading into the darkness to what I figured was a door leading out.
I hadn't noticed the figure standing in front of my cage.
“Hello...Emily..”, A deep voice called out as a tall,lean man in a dark black,grey,and maroon three piece suite with a black and gold walking stick came into the light of the dim room,his yellow-red eyes glowing though his dark black hair.
My blue gray eyes widened as I sat there in fear,shaking like a helpless cold,wet,abandoned dog,”W-Who are you...? Where am I!?” I asked hesitantly,fearing the answer.
The man chuckled,a dark,sinister chuckle and replied,”In my castle of course...you see...I have been lacking company and have been watching you for some time now...you seemed so bored in your little town house..” He grinned and continued,”so I decided to make you my personal servant...a butler if you will” He smiled widely,with a gleam of mischief in his yellow-red eyes.
,”W-What! I-I cant! I couldn't! I don't even know how to be a butler...! I don't even know your name..” I hastily replied.
The Mysterious man smiled sweetly and chuckled,”There will be time for names later...for now you may call me master...I will teach you what to do and your daily routine from now and until it is changed...understand?”.He said sternly.
I replied with a nod and and fell silent...
To Be Continued...

The Cave By Daniel Rodillosso

The horrible conclusion which had been gradually intruding itself upon my confused and reluctant mind was now an awful certainty. I was lost, completely, hopelessly lost in the vast and labyrinthine recess of the Mammoth Cave. Turn as I might, in no direction could my straining vision seize on any object capable of serving as a guidepost to set me on the outward path. That nevermore should I behold the blessed light of day, or scan the pleasant bills and dales of the beautiful world outside, my reason could no longer entertain the slightest unbelief. Hope had departed. Yet, indoctrinated as I was by a life of philosophical study, I derived no small measure of satisfaction from my unimpassioned demeanour; for although I had frequently read of the wild frenzies into which were thrown the victims of similar situations, I experienced none of these, but stood quiet as soon as I clearly realised the loss of my bearings.

Nor did the thought that I had probably wandered beyond the utmost limits of an ordinary search cause me to abandon my composure even for a moment. If I must die, I reflected, then was this terrible yet majestic cavern as welcome a sepulchre as that which any churchyard might afford, a conception which carried with it more of tranquillity than of despair.

Starving would prove my ultimate fate; of this I was certain. Some, I knew, had gone mad under circumstances such as these, but I felt that this end would not be mine. My disaster was the result of no fault save my own, since unknown to the guide I had separated myself from the regular party of sightseers; and, wandering for over an hour in forbidden avenues of the cave, had found myself unable to retrace the devious windings which I had pursued since forsaking my companions.

Already my torch had begun to expire; soon I would be enveloped by the total and almost palpable blackness of the bowels of the earth. As I stood in the waning, unsteady light, I idly wondered over the exact circumstances of my coming end. I remembered the accounts which I had heard of the colony of consumptives, who, taking their residence in this gigantic grotto to find health from the apparently salubrious air of the underground world, with its steady, uniform temperature, pure air, and peaceful quiet, had found, instead, death in strange and ghastly form. I had seen the sad remains of their ill-made cottages as I passed them by with the party, and had wondered what unnatural influence a long sojourn in this immense and silent cavern would exert upon one as healthy and vigorous as I. Now, I grimly told myself, my opportunity for settling this point had arrived, provided that want of food should not bring me too speedy a departure from this life.

As the last fitful rays of my torch faded into obscurity, I resolved to leave no stone unturned, no possible means of escape neglected; so, summoning all the powers possessed by my lungs, I set up a series of loud shoutings, in the vain hope of attracting the attention of the guide by my clamour. Yet, as I called, I believed in my heart that my cries were to no purpose, and that my voice, magnified and reflected by the numberless ramparts of the black maze about me, fell upon no ears save my own.

All at once, however, my attention was fixed with a start as I fancied that I heard the sound of soft approaching steps on the rocky floor of the cavern.

Was my deliverance about to be accomplished so soon? Had, then, all my horrible apprehensions been for naught, and was the guide, having marked my unwarranted absence from the party, following my course and seeking me out in this limestone labyrinth? Whilst these joyful queries arose in my brain, I was on the point of renewing my cries, in order that my discovery might come the sooner, when in an instant my delight was turned to horror as I listened; for my ever acute ear, now sharpened in even greater degree by the complete silence of the cave, bore to my benumbed understanding the unexpected and dreadful knowledge that these footfalls were not like those of any mortal man. In the unearthly stillness of this subterranean region, the tread of the booted guide would have sounded like a series of sharp and incisive blows. These impacts were soft, and stealthy, as of the paws of some feline. Besides, when I listened carefully, I seemed to trace the falls of four instead of two feet.

I was now convinced that I had by my own cries aroused and attracted some wild beast, perhaps a mountain lion which had accidentally strayed within the cave. Perhaps, I considered, the Almighty had chosen for me a swifter and more merciful death than that of hunger; yet the instinct of self-preservation, never wholly dormant, was stirred in my breast, and though escape from the on-coming peril might but spare me for a sterner and more lingering end, I determined nevertheless to part with my life at as high a price as I could command. Strange as it may seem, my mind conceived of no intent on the part of the visitor save that of hostility. Accordingly, I became very quiet, in the hope that the unknown beast would, in the absence of a guiding sound, lose its direction as had I, and thus pass me by. But this hope was not destined for realisation, for the strange footfalls steadily advanced, the animal evidently having obtained my scent, which in an atmosphere so absolutely free from all distracting influences as is that of the cave, could doubtless be followed at great distance.

Seeing therefore that I must be armed for defense against an uncanny and unseen attack in the dark, I groped about me the largest of the fragments of rock which were strewn upon all parts of the floor of the cavern in the vicinity, and grasping one in each hand for immediate use, awaited with resignation the inevitable result. Meanwhile the hideous pattering of the paws drew near. Certainly, the conduct of the creature was exceedingly strange. Most of the time, the tread seemed to be that of a quadruped, walking with a singular lack of unison betwixt hind and fore feet, yet at brief and infrequent intervals I fancied that but two feet were engaged in the process of locomotion. I wondered what species of animal was to confront me; it must, I thought, be some unfortunate beast who had paid for its curiosity to investigate one of the entrances of the fearful grotto with a life-long confinement in its interminable recesses. It doubtless obtained as food the eyeless fish, bats and rats of the cave, as well as some of the ordinary fish that are wafted in at every freshet of Green River, which communicates in some occult manner with the waters of the cave. I occupied my terrible vigil with grotesque conjectures of what alteration cave life might have wrought in the physical structure of the beast, remembering the awful appearances ascribed by local tradition to the consumptives who had died after long residence in the cave. Then I remembered with a start that, even should I succeed in felling my antagonist, I should never behold its form, as my torch had long since been extinct, and I was entirely unprovided with matches. The tension on my brain now became frightful. My disordered fancy conjured up hideous and fearsome shapes from the sinister darkness that surrounded me, and that actually seemed to press upon my body. Nearer, nearer, the dreadful footfalls approached. It seemed that I must give vent to a piercing scream, yet had I been sufficiently irresolute to attempt such a thing, my voice could scarce have responded. I was petrified, rooted to the spot. I doubted if my right arm would allow me to hurl its missile at the oncoming thing when the crucial moment should arrive. Now the steady pat, pat, of the steps was close at hand; now very close. I could hear the laboured breathing of the animal, and terror-struck as I was, I realised that it must have come from a considerable distance, and was correspondingly fatigued. Suddenly the spell broke. My right hand, guided by my ever trustworthy sense of hearing, threw with full force the sharp-angled bit of limestone which it contained, toward that point in the darkness from which emanated the breathing and pattering, and, wonderful to relate, it nearly reached its goal, for I heard the thing jump, landing at a distance away, where it seemed to pause.

Having readjusted my aim, I discharged my second missile, this time most effectively, for with a flood of joy I listened as the creature fell in what sounded like a complete collapse and evidently remained prone and unmoving. Almost overpowered by the great relief which rushed over me, I reeled back against the wall. The breathing continued, in heavy, gasping inhalations and expirations, whence I realised that I had no more than wounded the creature. And now all desire to examine the thing ceased. At last something allied to groundless, superstitious fear had entered my brain, and I did not approach the body, nor did I continue to cast stones at it in order to complete the extinction of its life. Instead, I ran at full speed in what was, as nearly as I could estimate in my frenzied condition, the direction from which I had come. Suddenly I heard a sound or rather, a regular succession of sounds. In another Instant they had resolved themselves into a series of sharp, metallic clicks. This time there was no doubt. It was the guide. And then I shouted, yelled, screamed, even shrieked with joy as I beheld in the vaulted arches above the faint and glimmering effulgence which I knew to be the reflected light of an approaching torch. I ran to meet the flare, and before I could completely understand what had occurred, was lying upon the ground at the feet of the guide, embracing his boots and gibbering. despite my boasted reserve, in a most meaningless and idiotic manner, pouring out my terrible story, and at the same time overwhelming my auditor with protestations of gratitude. At length, I awoke to something like my normal consciousness. The guide had noted my absence upon the arrival of the party at the entrance of the cave, and had, from his own intuitive sense of direction, proceeded to make a thorough canvass of by-passages just ahead of where he had last spoken to me, locating my whereabouts after a quest of about four hours.

By the time he had related this to me, I, emboldened by his torch and his company, began to reflect upon the strange beast which I had wounded but a short distance back in the darkness, and suggested that we ascertain, by the flashlight's aid, what manner of creature was my victim. Accordingly I retraced my steps, this time with a courage born of companionship, to the scene of my terrible experience. Soon we descried a white object upon the floor, an object whiter even than the gleaming limestone itself. Cautiously advancing, we gave vent to a simultaneous ejaculation of wonderment, for of all the unnatural monsters either of us had in our lifetimes beheld, this was in surpassing degree the strangest. It appeared to be an anthropoid ape of large proportions, escaped, perhaps, from some itinerant menagerie. Its hair was snow-white, a thing due no doubt to the bleaching action of a long existence within the inky confines of the cave, but it was also surprisingly thin, being indeed largely absent save on the head, where it was of such length and abundance that it fell over the shoulders in considerable profusion. The face was turned away from us, as the creature lay almost directly upon it. The inclination of the limbs was very singular, explaining, however, the alternation in their use which I bad before noted, whereby the beast used sometimes all four, and on other occasions but two for its progress. From the tips of the fingers or toes, long rat-like claws extended. The hands or feet were not prehensile, a fact that I ascribed to that long residence in the cave which, as I before mentioned, seemed evident from the all-pervading and almost unearthly whiteness so characteristic of the whole anatomy. No tail seemed to be present.

The respiration had now grown very feeble, and the guide had drawn his pistol with the evident intent of despatching the creature, when a suddensound emitted by the latter caused the weapon to fall unused. The sound was of a nature difficult to describe. It was not like the normal note of any known species of simian, and I wonder if this unnatural quality were not the result of a long continued and complete silence, broken by the sensations produced by the advent of the light, a thing which the beast could not have seen since its first entrance into the cave. The sound, which I might feebly attempt to classify as a kind of deep-tone chattering, was faintly continued.

All at once a fleeting spasm of energy seemed to pass through the frame of the beast. The paws went through a convulsive motion, and the limbs contracted. With a jerk, the white body rolled over so that its face was turned in our direction. For a moment I was so struck with horror at the eyes thus revealed that I noted nothing else. They were black, those eyes, deep jetty black, in hideous contrast to the snow-white hair and flesh. Like those of other cave denizens, they were deeply sunken in their orbits, and were entirely destitute of iris. As I looked more closely, I saw that they were set in a face less prognathous than that of the average ape, and infinitely less hairy. The nose was quite distinct. As we gazed upon the uncanny sight presented to our vision, the thick lips opened, and several sounds issued from them, after which the thing relaxed in death.

The guide clutched my coat sleeve and trembled so violently that the light shook fitfully, casting weird moving shadows on the walls.

I made no motion, but stood rigidly still, my horrified eyes fixed upon the floor ahead.

The fear left, and wonder, awe, compassion, and reverence succeeded in its place, for the sounds uttered by the stricken figure that lay stretched out on the limestone had told us the awesome truth. The creature I had killed, the strange beast of the unfathomed cave, was, or had at one time been a MAN!!!

Where does Halloween candy come from? (edited)

Where does Halloween candy come from? (Edited)

October 31, 6:33 P.M.

Halloween, time for little boils and ghouls to leave their human husks behind to search for sweet things to eat, door to door, ding to dong, the little children run, giggling and smiling with bags of candy over their shoulders. Trying to keep up with their little friends. Children look from door to door, for candy and toys. They'll throw aside the apples with razors, toss away the pennies, and only eat away at pure sweet sugar. The witches cackle, and the candles in the pumpkins will crackle, the sun seeps down, no longer keeping watch over her innocent beings, now the moon watches, letting things from their graves to snack as well.

Now the fun begins, as evil faces and sinister beings, disguised as happy clowns, and funny faced ghosts.

"Trick 'r Treat!" the children would shout, as their little pillow bags are filled with treats,

"what's up with this candy?"

an older boy named Max took off his ghoulish mask that was his "costume" and searched through his bag; unlike younger children, older kids can't appreciate the smaller things in life, not even small candy, "I know a place where you can get the best." his partner in crime, Paul said, "follow me."

With their masks back on they walk through the neighborhood, passing houses with pumpkins and hangmen, witches and ghosts, "How far?" the boy impatiently asked, "Not far man, ease up" they came to up to a little shop, not too big nor too small, not run down or even luxurious at all. It was just plain, "Belle's Sweet Shoppe" was titled in red cursive above the door. Max was weirded out by the shop, "really? A candy shoppe, Paul?"

Paul looked at him with a laugh, "what's wrong? You're man enough to wear a costume and go trick'r treating but your not man enough to walk into a candy shoppe which gives out better candy then the Smiths?"

Max rolled his eyes, "Whatever."

The two boys walked into the shop, the slight dinging of the silver bells that singled someone was entering, the shop was a strange for a ordinary candy shop, "you sure this place isn't closed…?" Max commented, staring at the red hand prints on the windows that were probably "Decorations", "She never closes on Halloween."

"Wait, 'she' ?" 

"Yes, 'she' ! What did you think?"

"Is she some sort of ol'spinster?" 

"She's hardly old." Paul used his hands to trace an hour glass figure in the air,

"yea right,"

"Don't believe me?" he rings a dining bell,

Max paused for a few moments, looking around for what was he suppose to expect, he looked back at his friend with a 'are you serious' on his face, "oh ha ha, What was suppose to come out? A southern Belle?"

Then a faint, feminine, Souther sounding voice appeared, "You guessed it, child."

Max nearly crawled out of his skin and jumped across the room to his companion. After regaining his posture he looked and saw her. Standing out from the shadows in leather walker boots, a 5'6" woman, with an hourglass figure and the most gorgeous legs a runner could lust for, her eyes were like pools of shining ponds in the moon light, her features belonged to a barbie but her complexion was no plastic, this is Ms.Annie Belle, the owner of Belles sweet shop. The boy could stare at this woman's beauty for days, Paul had to smack out his senses to get him to stop gawking; only thing that was still staring was his dropped jaw.

the lady gave a little giggle with a school girl like smile as she  walked towards the boy and put her delicate hand with oval shaped nails under his chin and raised it up to keep it closed, "you can catch more flies with honey then saliva." Max nodded without a word, trying to regain his cool.

"What can I do for  you boys?" the female said putting her hands on her hips, Paul looked to his comrade and shook his head at him, clearing his throat he replied, "I told my friend here about your awesome treats and he refuses to believe me."

Max stared back at his friend making the cut throat signal to stop talking, "Oh really?" the woman quirked her petite eyebrow, Max gave out a nervous laugh, "w-w-well what really h-h-happen was-" cutting him off, Paul wrapped his arm around his poor stuttering friend, "If it's alright, can we try some of your famous candy?" 

Belle gave out a little chuckle, "on the way." with a sway of her hips, the attractive figure disappeared around a corner to her kitchen which was the H.Q. for her sweets. Max looked at his buddy, still stunned and gesturing to the attractive woman that just stepped out, "I know, what a looker right?" Paul replied to his friend, Max, who was still gawking at what just happened.

Belle came back with a plastic Jack 'o lantern bowl filled with red candy that she made, she gave an innocent smile and stretched her arms out with the bowl to the two boys, "enjoy~! This is a new kind of treat that I made so please be critical."

Paul nudged Max with a smile, "don't be so shy." he reached for wrapped red sphere of sugar and began to unwrap it, "something just doesn't feel right…" Max took a piece and after unwrapping it he popped it in his mouth. 

"Sweet dreams~" Annie said out of the blue leaving the two in confusion, "huh-" all of a sudden, blackness was all they could see and a thud was all they could hear.

Max felt like he slept for a whole week, as he awoke, his vision was fadey for a minute, only seeing blobs of red and brown, he was unable to move his limbs for some reason because they were restrained by something, but what was it, then their was was that smell; like a pile of decaying road kill was set in a corner of a room.

Max face was in disgust as his nose inhaled the terrible smells of the dead, "P-Paully…" he was shaking his head trying to get the thoughts of what he was smelling and trying to get his vision to be cleared again, "…Paul…" he kept shouting his friends name like it was a question, "Pau-!" the look gf horror on his face…

empty eye socket of a face that was freshly killed, the torso of a body had been split open, lungs were like veiny deflated balloons, the heart was stabbed multiple times, you could see the guts and organs sprawled out of the corpse, further down the legs were skinned, clean off. Mouth was left open, letting crimson liquid flow out and letting flies and insects swim around using the tongue as a place for rest. Max, could not even scream as the fear of seeing a mutilated corpse to this extreme was enough to make someone vomit out their own stomach.

"diverting isn't it?"

the familiar sounding voice, the soft sounding but still energetic female voice, "he was a joy, to toy." A squeaky cackle came from the voice, the teen turned his head and saw the familiar hourglass figure and he was filled with confusion and horror:

standing with blood stained walker boots, five foot and six inches tall, hour glass figure with gorgeous legs being covered by patch stitched stockings, freshly skinned. Her pail skin tone was highlighted with red crimson splashes and spots. To make up for those high lights of red were her bright blue eyes and her black as the night hair with golden bangs. To cover the front of her body was a black leather apron that had been died red from the thousands that were probably killed like the corpse Max just saw. She gave a toothy grin, not toothy, fangy! All her teeth were that of a predator; parting those teeth she spoke, "What's wrong, cutey, Belle got your tongue?" confused, Max tried to speak…but he couldn't, all you could hear coming out was gurgling. Even more confused he couldn't feel the motion of his tongue, HE HAD NO TONGUE!!!!

Max was trying to figure out what was going on until he saw, in the girls soft looking hand, a piece of budded meat, in the shape of a…oh God, it was his tongue! HIS TONGUE!!!!!

Belle dropped the tongue in a bowl of other meats and gave out a witch like cackle as she leaned over on Max and lightly traced his chest, "I must say you're friend was so much fun to play around with" she pointed at the corpse with Max's eyes staring back at it, "Paul was it?" she shrugged, "I never remember their names when they die, I grow bored so easily."

She made Max look at her, "You're gonna resolve my boredom, since you're such a nice boy." Max tried to retaliate but could only get out sounds, "That's a good boy!" she said standing on one leg, clapping her hands in joy, "Best part is, you're gonna learn, 'Where Annie Belles candy comes from', won't that be fun?" she waited for a answer from the boy who couldn't answer with his "disability", Belles face frowned with a quirked eye brow, "I said." Grabbing his jaw, digging her nails his face, "Won't. That. Be. Fun???" Max grunted in pain and nodded, making Belle loosen her grip, "good~." 

she walked away, swaying her hip and fighting the draw strings on her apron, "Hopefully we'll still have time to cook up all the treats before the kiddies go back home" she brought over a silver push cart, on a white towel were tools: organized in size and length, "I hope you don't mind, these tools I had to use because your friend broke a couple of my good ones." she pouted.

She reached for a pair of yellow rubber gloves that stretched all the way to her upper arms and sterilized them, "no touchy, I'm sterile, oh wait, YOU CAN'T EVEN GET UP!!!" she cracked up at her own terrible joke and came back to her senses and approached Max who struggled, "oh yay! I love it when they struggle." With that she reached for a well sharpened scalpel and stabbed his legs, letting poor max scream like a suffering animal, "stop wiggling! I'm trying to skin here!" she then got annoyed as she was trying to make perfect cuts but her eye began to twitch and grabbed a syringe and jabbed it into his thigh; Max began to lose all feeling in his legs, "much better~." Belle began to make incisions in the first leg make sure she gets all the way down to the ankle, the sedative only lasted a 20 minutes before Max could regain a little feeling, "Abracadabra!" Belle pulled the flesh off both the legs showing the bright red muscles and tendons of her victim making Max scream louder then he had ever screamed.

Belle, acting as if nothing had happened, hung the leg skin over a wire, She turned back to Max and casually walked over to his legs and started stripping the fresh red meat off the legs until all was left was bone, "whoops, hit an artery." blood began to spew, 

"looks like I'll have to make this short…" she said with a groan, and stabbed Max in the stomach and pulled the knife upward to  stop above his diaphragm, and made three more horizontal cuts, "Well built huh?" Belle commented and pulled the abdomen open.

the for the next 40 minutes, the sadistic woman collected the organs from Max; now dead from blood loss. "You know you were actually my favorite." Belle began talking to the body like it was still alive, "You were on my list for a while and every time I tried to find the right moment, and now, here you are." She stuck her lower lip out, "But you died to quickly."

picking up the bowl of organs, "Thanks for sticking around Maxwell." she kissed his cheek, "You're a real…scream." she cackled and left the corpse to dry out.

going to the kitchen, Belle set the organs next to a severed head, she turns to you and says with a gentle but sadistic smile, "And that's where candy comes from~."

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