Cries of pain and suffering drowned out the silence of the room, and were soon joined by the growls that emitted from the female ghoul's throat.
The room was mostly dark, save for the light that flooded in from the bottom of the door; it added to the eeriness of the situation. Red eyes glowed in the darkness and sharp incisors gleamed, as the female lunged at the nearest bloodied body.
Her teeth sunk into flesh and blood spurted out, coating her face and her barely there clothes.
With skin dyed bloody red, she continued in her frenzied state and seemed like she would never stop.
This... this was her true self.
It was said before but through and through she was a ghoul and she had never felt so good, so invigorated, like she did right now.
She tore the bodies to shreds, ignoring their screams and just revelling in the dark liquid flowing down her throat and quenching her hunger. The hunger she could never fully sate.
And now it was disappearing. Oh, how great it felt.
Uta outside the room could hear the noises coming from within, and tried to hold back his urges.
Memories flooded his mind of the times they would both go on their hunting sprees; it was taking all he had for him to not barge into the room.
Sure, he had wanted her back to who/how she formerly was, but not like this.
The orders he had taken from her father, the one that devastated her, was a mistake; a colossal mistake and he would regret it eternally.
This wasn't what he wanted. This wasn't what she wanted.
How could he stop her?