A massacre

In a moment of boldness, he took a step closer to her, feeling her warm breath against his skin.

"let's get to my room sweet thing"

she purred, with that she led him by the hand and guided him to her bedroom.

they entered the room that was dimly lit by the moonlight filtering through the window. The room smelled of lavender and a hint of musk, it's atmosphere thick with desire.

Zellrid's mother shut the door behind them and turned to face him, her eyes filled with lust and longing.

Moving slowly and sensually, she lifted her hand to undo his belt and unbuttoned his pajama top in one swift movement.

Her fingers drifted up his chest, dancing along his skin as desire coursed through him. He moved closer, his heart racing.

click

He froze, feeling the cold touch of metal against his skin. In confusion and fear, Graham looked down at the chains that were wrapped around his wrists and ankles, connecting him to the metal bed frame.

"Wha-what's this?" he stuttered, trying to pull away from Zellrid's mother's grasp. She chuckled darkly and stepped back.

Her words oozed with venom, "This is our little game, my son. Let me inquire: do you happen to have a smoking habit?"

Graham shook his head, feeling a wave of nausea wash over him. "No, ma'am. I don't smoke."

"good," she hissed, flicking her wrist, causing the chains to tighten even more around his wrists and ankles.

"What are you doing?" he cried out, trying to break free from the chains. "Please, let me go!"

Zellrid's mother let out a chilling laugh, her eyes glinting under the moon's pale light. "Oh, dear boy," she purred. "You have no clue how much I enjoy the flavor of non-smokers' liver. It's so delicious and fresh."

Graham felt his blood turn to ice as he realized the true nature of Zellrid's mother's intentions.

She wasn't here for a one-night stand; she was a monstrous cannibal with a taste for human flesh.

He struggled against the chains, but they held him firmly in place.

Zellrid's mother took a step closer to him, her mouth watering at the sight of his terrified expression.

With a malicious smile, she reached for the dagger that was resting on the nightstand and approached the helpless boy.

Graham screamed as loud as he could, but it was muffled by the gag in his mouth.

Tears streamed down his face as he watched Zellrid's mother raise the dagger above her head, preparing to strike.

"Oh my, I almost forgot to take your sight... I can't have you seeing what I'm about to do," Zellrid's mother cooed as she viciously ripped the dagger out of his eye socket, blood gushing and coating her hands.

With a sickening grin, she held up his pulsing eyeball, now detached from its rightful place.

"Don't worry, dear," she purred, her voice dripping with malevolence. "You won't be needing these anymore." With that, she popped the eyeball into her mouth, savoring the taste of his terror as she devoured it whole. 

Graham's muffled screams echoed through the room as Zellrid's mother reached for his other eye.

He could feel the warm liquid running down his face, mixing with his tears and blood.

She gripped his other eye tightly, twisting it until there was a sickening pop.

Graham saw nothing but darkness as she removed his other eye. He felt the world spinning around him, and he couldn't even scream anymore.

All he could do was lay there, helplessly waiting for the end.

Zellrid's mother licked her lips, savoring the taste of Graham's torn eyeballs.

With a wicked smile, she stepped back and admired her handiwork. Graham could hear her breathing heavily, almost panting with excitement.

She walked around him, running her hands over his body, feeling the warmth of his flesh.

"You're delicious," she whispered, her voice like silk coated in blood. "I can't wait to taste more of you."

With that, she sank her teeth into his neck, tearing through his flesh as if it were nothing. 

As Zellrid's mother delighted in her gruesome indulgence, the door suddenly swung open to reveal Thorgar himself. "Oh, Mia, it seems you're having a good time. Just make sure to wash the bedsheets; I can't stand that filthy monkey smell."

Thorgar's voice was casual, as if discussing the weather, his eyes glinting with a sinister amusement. He stepped into the room, his heavy boots thudding against the floor, and closed the door behind him with a soft click.

"Oh, Thorgar," Zellrid's mother, Mia, replied with a twisted smile, her mouth still smeared with Graham's blood. "You always know how to ruin my fun. But don't worry, there's plenty left for both of us."

"Oh, no, I'm not into that. What kind of monster do you take me for?" he chuckled. "I'll just have some coffee and then go visit his girlfriend for some fun."

She quickly composed herself and chuckled devilishly, "Oh, Thorgar, you're so sweet. Alright, alright, if you insist. Just remember, I'll get my revenge on you one day and taste your Larian flesh."

Thorgar simply smiled and walked past the dying Graham, who could only stare up at him with his empty sockets.

"Filty Larian, huh." Thorgar slowly grinned, his eyes set alit like a bonfire. "May the flies eat your filthy corpse, and your soul to rot in hell with the man you cursed."

He spoke harshly as he prodded Graham with the toe of his boot. "If you see him in hell, let him know his son misses him," he said before walking away from the room letting graham to his cruel faith.

The door creaked shut behind Thorgar, leaving Mia alone with the remains of her meal.

Thorgar walked over to the kitchen counter and proceeded to pour himself acup of black coffee.

The steam rose in lazy curls, matching the slow, satisfied smile spreading across his face as he listened to the muffled noises still coming from the other room.

Meanwhile, Mia had resumed her grisly feast.

The sound of tearing flesh and cracking bones mingled with the low hum of Thorgar's contemplations. He sipped his coffee, relishing its bitterness.

After a brief moment, Thorgar set down the cup with a quiet clink. He strolled to Madeline's room, humming a tune as he went.