Eyes are cold and lifeless, empty souls fall to their knees
No emotion in this wraith as the bodies rid of fluid
The pigs born of the flames below
Consume all that is green
Devourment
As soon as I close my eyes they're awake again to the aroma of food and nightmares of Darcy and his family stuffing their faces in with my still bleeding flesh, screams tearing from my throat as they indulge in my flesh, laughing and chanting like some f****d up Greek cult and instantly I'm heaving up in the bucket I was smart to keep beside the bed.
With the food no longer hungering me when I wonder who could be making it, I imagine some poor young cunt being taken from some alleyway and slaughtered for Darcy and his family, his limbs and whatnot dispersed out between different dishes then suddenly mor
