Jo’s eyes darted around the room from inside her lifeless body. Darkness clouded the corners of the hall and all she could hear was the clatter of claws brushing against the marble flooring.

A pale, pointed face loomed over her eyes. He bent down and licked her face – a long, rough lick that sent Jo’s insides squirming – tasting her skin with a visible relish. His cold hand gripped at the girls neck and she could feel his sharp nails piercing her skin. All she wanted to do was run but her legs didn’t respond to her commands.

A spine-chilling laugh came from the face above her. “You can’t run, child.” Jo’s pupils condensed in fear. The face moved away for a moment and Jo almost let down her guard until the creature returned with a shiny scalpel.

“I like to take a memento from my food,” he sneered. “Say ‘ah’!”
Jo emitted silent screams as the face prised open her mouth and took her tongue from within, and as he let out a constant laugh he drank from her body and took her purity into his hands.