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As Salina lay there, drawing in her long deep breaths, her chest rising and falling gently, as she slept. She was quite unaware as to who was watching her from the heart of the shadows. As she turned over onto her left side, the quilt slid softly over her tender body, exposing her upper left torso, and her perfectly sculpted neck. The stranger who lingered, could taste her skin, her flesh , her blood, from where he was standing. He watched her sleep in silence for awhile, contemplating on all that she will miss. And all who would miss her. For she was in her early twenty’s , the perfect age for a good meal.
As the stranger crept like a ghost over to her side. Leaning over her gently, no breath could she feel. The stranger’s tall physique over shadowing her fragile shape. For a split second in the moonlight a shimmer of glistening razor-like teeth could be seen, but shortly after they were buried deep into Salina’s paralysed slender body. Her neck now trickled with a crimson liquid, turned white with death underneath. As the colour drained from her body, the killer full from his feed, stood over her, listening to her last gasps, watching the last rise and fall from her finely shaped chest, as she fell into her last sleep.

Description
As Salina lay there, drawing in her long deep breaths, her chest rising and falling gently, as she slept. She was quite unaware as to who was watching her from the heart of the shadows. As she turned over onto her left side, the quilt slid softly over her tender body, exposing her upper left torso, and her perfectly sculpted neck. The stranger who lingered, could taste her skin, her flesh , her blood, from where he was standing. He watched her sleep in silence for awhile, contemplating on all that she will miss. And all who would miss her. For she was in her early twenty’s , the perfect age for a good meal.
As the stranger crept like a ghost over to her side. Leaning over her gently, no breath could she feel. The stranger’s tall physique over shadowing her fragile shape. For a split second in the moonlight a shimmer of glistening razor-like teeth could be seen, but shortly after they were buried deep into Salina’s paralysed slender body. Her neck now trickled with a crimson liquid, turned white with death underneath. As the colour drained from her body, the killer full from his feed, stood over her, listening to her last gasps, watching the last rise and fall from her finely shaped chest, as she fell into her last sleep.