Soul-Wrenching Hunger

Kindness can be a disguise for an unsatiated appetite.

His pitch-dark pupils looked down upon the girl, at her long black hair resting upon her slender waist.

Her green eyes looked up through the rays of the sun coming through the trees. Her lips pressed in from anger at the sight of the ravens. He saw the delicate sweat beads around the mounds of her breasts where the fair flesh was exposed below the unbuttoned blouse.

If he wanted, he could swoop down and peck at those glistening sweat pearls to drink of her. His beak could leave his mark upon that soft place on her chest where she would wear it forever.

Those green eyes showing her hatred of the black ravens, their glistening black feathers, their bleak eyes, and sharp beaks.

“I hate these birds!” Sabrina murmured to herself “Shall we keep walking Javier?” she asked.

“Don’t listen to them” he whispered into her ear.

The ravens then suddenly took flight. Their frenzy tore at the leaves of the trees with their claws. They flew towards the house.

“Could you hear those ravens, Javier?” Sabrina asked in a whisper.

He nodded pushing back his dark glasses with his tiny palm.