On Halloween night, she consumed his flesh.

Biting, bonding, his bated breath lingers in the air mixing with pumpkin scented candles. She tears him apart while he moans, the roughness is what he paid for after all. He's dying to know who she will fuck tomorrow night, her next customer…or victim. Her black outfit and matching hair disappear when the lights go out; all that shines are bright red lips devouring an erect cock.

The clock strikes midnight.

“I need more, I’ll give you more…”.

“Money? Time? Would you sell your soul for it?”

“I already have.”