The scalding water scorns her back, the sweetness of the overwhelming pain excites Selene, her fingers aquiver while moisturizing her thick curls. Beads of water drip from her hair onto her breasts, the towel providing a rugged structure on her voluptuous frame. Finally, she wears away at her gums, making sure the metallic blood drips onto her thirsty tongue. She is at last satisfied as a monumental drip of the crimson substance drops upon her tongue. Ah, so much better. Breakfast was at last washed upon her, her newest victim waited as his screams were now echoing from the hidden entrance.
The wails were those of a small child, his shrieks consisted with an unbearing large amount of zeal. Selene heinous actions would be generally targeted on a much older male dominance. Nevertheless, unlike the vain aged bodies she would dispose of, this petite child would serve a purpose. Not a nefarious purpose, but more of pleasant one. As this was out of Selene's character she felt her body tense as she pondered upon this. However, her decision was made, thus, there was no turning back.