"f**k you!" Dave spat, his voice dripping with malice as he discarded Drago's withered corpse like a rag doll. He turned his attention to Tina, who was clutching her stomach in a futile attempt to stem the flow of blood. Her eyes widened in alarm as she took in the sly, predatory smile spreading across Dave's face.
Tina's instincts screamed at her to retreat, and she began to back away from Dave, her eyes fixed on his advancing form. Her movements were slow and labored, hindered by the agony and weakness that threatened to overwhelm her. Despite her efforts, Dave closed in on her, his eyes gleaming with an unnatural hunger.
“Dave please, don't do this! Please don't do it!” Tina was shaking violently as she pleaded for her life. “You can't eat a witch? You'll be vulnerable if you consume
