The Demon's den

"Help! Help me," shouted by a woman helped by five men. They forcefully remove her clothes. "D-don't. Please. Have mercy on me," the woman begged. Both of her hands were tightly hugging both of her shoulders – bruised and shaking. But no matter what the woman pleads, the men ignore it, as if they are deaf, they continue to do what they are doing. They looked like an animals seeing delicious and fresh food. The woman started to cry when her upper clothes were taken off. All that was left was her small tube and long skirt. "Oh wow! She's smooth!" There is a smile on the lips of one man. It is obvious that they are addicted to drugs because their eyes are still red and they are holding their noses while sniffing. "It's a surprise to us. It looks like she's still a virgin," added by another. Both of them have tattoos on every part of the body. The others were shirtless, had messy hair and devilish grins on their lips. They laid the woman on the pavement. She tried to struggle but the two men held both of his hands. "P-please...have mercy on me...please," "Don't worry, Miss. We'll just take you to heaven. You'll love it too." Everyone laughed together. The man started kissing the woman's neck. His right hand covered the woman's mouth to prevent her from screaming. The woman could do nothing but close her eyes and let the tears flow down her cheeks. Her limp body seemed to have been swallowed by the earth. She felt nothing but hatred, hatred and anger. She wanted to push them but she had lost the strength. Her whole body seemed numb. He was about to take off the tube she was wearing when the wind suddenly got stronger. The man who was sitting on top of her suddenly jumped up. Her eyes widened and quickly stood up. She saw a man wearing a black mask standing in front of her. His rather long hair covered his left eye. "Go." His voice seemed to be dug deep and cold from the ground. The woman wiped the tears from her cheeks and shakily put the torn clothes back on. "T…thank you." Even though it was difficult, she quickly walked away from the place. Didn't even bother to look back. "Who are you? What do you need? Can't you see we're still playing?" The man did not answer. Instead, he removed his mask and looked up. At the same time, the color of his eyes changed. It's like blood on red. The fangs in his mouth raised at the same time. The men's faces showed fear and shock. They almost pee their pants. Their courage earlier was replaced by intense fear. "Mo...monster!" A menacing grin appeared on the man's lips. In just an instant it was already in front of the men. He grabbed a man closest to him by the collar and bit him on the neck. He dropped his lifeless body on the floor. The blood was like water dripping from the side of his lips. The three ran away but after only a few steps, their dead bodies fell down at the same time – both necks were cut. Only one man remained. It shuddered and retreated until it leaned against the wall. He pulled out a knife and pointed it at the man. "W-who are you? W...do you...do you think I'm afraid of you? No..." The man brought himself closer to the tip of the knife. It pierced the side of his chest. Instead of blood, a blue colored liquid dripped from it. But this is not what made the man's eyes grow bigger, its the gradual healing. "W-what...you..." His body fell to the floor with his eyes wide open. The man expressionlessly took the knife and licked the blood dripping from the tip. "Asking for my name means seeking for death. Humans."