Darkness seems to be her fortress, her abode.
Hidden in the shadows, a woman—dressed in a sleeveless ebony-black dress—took a bite from that flesh that she was fiercely holding.
It was just a quick and small bite to savor the raw virgin heart—enough to register the taste in her craving tongue and dry throat.
The corpse of the heartless woman lies before her—literally heartless. By just one glance, one could tell that no single drop of blood could be harvested from the body. Not even organs as they are all, well, devoured by this wretched creature.
The woman’s autumn-colored hair was shining amidst the pitch black darkness. Shadows have indeed become her blanket, her cloak.
As she tread towards outside her shack, with the essence of darkness still co
