EXPERIMENT 101

In a dark room, the smell of rust and spoiled meat is floating in the air, penetrating one’s nose, and the sound of groaning and whimpering of a woman, who was struggling with something. The said woman was already blue-faced because of the lack of oxygen passing through her face. She glanced at the preparator, trying to break free from his grasp around her neck. And the said man was looking at her with dead eyes as if he was not a human. Little by little the air that entered her lungs turned thinner and thinner. And the feeling of the drying up of her throat, from her clogging of the blood in her head, made her have a hard time trying to speak up. She stared at him with the tears in her eyes that were about to drop, as her face was contorted in pain and disbelief. "W-why?" She asked between her gritted teeth, trying her best to keep herself alive from the grasp of the man who was choking her. The preparator was not a human, he is a monster. With his long silver hair that reflected the light outside, a handsome face smeared with the dark vibrant color of blood, and black sclera hugging those bloody colors of his pupil. On his teeth is a pearly white fang that is ruined with the dark red color embracing them. He has a masculine face that seems sculpted perfectly by a great artist, a perfect pointy nose, and pale lips tinted with the blood that almost dried up. His hand has a long black nail, that holding around her neck, has a visible green vein that emphasizes his pale white skin. He has a perfectly sculpted body, but it was painted with both dry blood and fresh blood. Even the pants he is wearing have a splash on them. He looks majestic, like a god that went down to earth, but she knows it was not. The man, rather than hearing her question, tightens his grip around her neck, with greater strength than he just used now. He looks at her with those dead and cold eyes. If you zoom out, you would notice the place where they were was a pool of blood, and among those that drench in it were the people who used to be with this monster, with their scattered body parts on the ground, while the others body parts couldn't be found. The moment the man felt that the woman in his grasp didn't breathe anymore, he let her go. When he saw that she was about to fall down the floor, he caught her. He then carried the last victim he just killed. As he walked to the pool of blood, a puchi sound could be heard, while leaving a bloody footprint along his path. Carried the body in a bridal carry, with a plan to eat her, inside his compartment. He laid her on a solid bed, and looked at her, while his fingers caressed her face. He didn't understand why he wanted to eat her but a part of him felt that he shouldn't. He didn't understand why he needed to kill and eat this person, but he was certain that if he did such to her, he would regret it deeply. But she smelled nice and delicious. His Adams' apple blob, as the smell of hers, teased his nostril... He licked his blooded fangs and then lowers his face while smelling like an enchanted beast. He licked her face. Starting from her forehead to her eyes, nose, and lips. When he was at her neck, he sniffed it as her while his tongue wiped his teeth and then his lip. After that, he opened his mouth nearing her carotid artery.