Re: F!cas;ota
Instincts were a strange beast. They controlled most every decision that beings made. Malena's instincts were telling her to hunt and kill. She wet her lips and inspected the man waving in her direction. He was like a mouse caught in a trap.
She should have eaten before going shopping for a new slave. There was an emptiness in her veins, Malena was hungry. She couldn't smell him yet, but as the thirst started to take control she still scented the air and grabbed for the doorknob. "Good evening," she said as she entered the cell and let the door shut behind her.