• The man stared out the window absentmindedly, completely ignoring the naked woman tied to the hotel bed. It was five hours since he grabbed the woman off the street, though now he seemed utterly bored with her. He glanced over at the squirming blond, making note of how she was trying to cover herself. She thought he was going to rape her. The very idea was laughable. He would rather kill himself by drinking bleach then so much as look at her sexually. The fact that she thinking that made him angry. So angry that he just had to stab her with something. And so he grabbed a scalpel and proceeded to rip her tongue out. Now holding the twitching muscle in his hand, he glanced down at her. His eyes slowly followed the ruby red droplets of blood that were making their way down her pale white neck. Laughing now, he quickly ripped open her abdomen revealing the various organs that resided in her body. Just seeing them made his hunger rise to unsatisfiable levels. The scent of her blood took his thirst to unquenchable areas. Desires that usually stay below the surface, now rose without a hindrance. He plunged his hands into her body, flinging blood and other bodily fluids across the room. Giggling, he began to rip her organs out. First her liver, then her spleen. One after another they left her body her body to find residence on the floor, on the bed, or on the bedside table. His hands were now covered in blood. He brought his hands to his face taking in the color, the smell, and the taste. Peering through his fingers, he noticed that the woman had died. He sighed, it was fun while it lasted. Turning toward the bathroom, he reflected on how he felt. He felt as though God himself had come down and blessed him. Opening the door, he found his younger brother, Jabez, cowering in the bathtub. "I don't like it in here," Jabez muttered. Diabolos sighed again and went to go hug his brother. "Leave, please?" Jabez said, his voice muffled by the blood soaked cloth of Diabolos's shirt. "Soon," he whispered "soon". After letting go of his brother and picking up the scalpel he had dropped, Diabolos made his way back to the deceased woman. He used the scalpel to skin the woman and then to remove the meat off her bones. "Hey Jabez! You hungry?" he shouted over his shoulder. Jabez, who had crawled out of the bathroom, nodded slowly. "Then come here," Jabez shook his head. Yet another sigh escaped from Diabolos. Sometimes his brother could be a real pain in the a**. Grabbing Jabez by the arm, he led him to the pickup truck truck which he had stolen. Back in the hotel room, he put the meat in a bag and grabbed his knives. Walking back to the truck he wondered about their future. Should they go back to their house? Or should they try to find a new one? Back in the truck, he continued to think, only to be interrupted by Jabez tugging on his sleeve. "Hungry," he said. Reaching into the bag, Diabolos began to feed him the flesh. And for the second time that day, he watched little pearls of blood flow down a pale white throat, only this time it didn't excite him. Soon after that they were leaving the hotel.