A group of skeleton-like creatures gathered on one of the dump hills. Dirty and malnourished, they moved together in a futile effort of escaping the hog demons' twisted games. The skin on their bony arms was covered in bruises and crud, making them look no different from the rotten human flesh which was their only source of nourishment. Their hair, clothes and teeth have deteriorated out of existence, making it impossible to distinguish between male and female. Their humanity, if they ever had some, was long gone. At this point, they were nothing more than a band of organisms, aimlessly wandering the land they inhabited. Without even the possibility of escape, or death, they chomped on the disgusting remains, completely devoid of any emotions.The carriage with four strong servants made them scatter. They trudged through the mountains of rotting flesh, groaning and moaning. Cassandra looked through the tinted window. The familiar smell made her nose itch and her lip scrunched up. She w

Tiff’s children entered the house while their mother was reading something on the couch. "Hey, how was school?" she asked as they kiss her on the cheek."Fine. What’s that?" her 17-year-old boy asked pointing to her book."Research. I’m thinking of getting my PhD.""That’s great mom," her daughter said happy. "Finally, something exciting!"Her mother side glanced her surprised."Are you going back to college then? I hope it's not mine. You know I love you but, having your mom attend your classes is..." her son stuttered."Wouldn't that be a fun. Helping mom win the beer pong challenge," Nicky chuckled, watching his face slowly fill with dread, imagining the awkward situation."No dear. I'm not gonna embarrass you in front of your friends. I’ll be able to do most of my work from home. As a matter of fact, I already picked the topic for my thesis," Tiffany smiled."What are you going to write about?" John asked."The influence of Latin in the occult practices of the modern age," she said

"And then he yelled ‘What’s in the box!’" Cassandra explained.Teo giggled, making the glass in his hand shake. "Oh, I love modern entertainment. It makes our job so much easier," he said, sipping his blood wine. They were siting in his lavish living space. With all the valuable trinkets and furniture collected over the eons, it resembled a room in an emperor's mansion. The pastel walls were decorated with golden frames, porcelain statues, ivory and gold clocks. Cassandra began to suspect that most of the nicer pieces her husband found ended up in his collection. "I must say, I traveled when alive, but I never saw so much splendor in one place. And all of it so tastefully done.""Thank you, my dear. I did make an effort to learn about human concepts of style and elegance. We demons do not have such personal fancies," he stated pleasantly."No kidding. How come?""Well, to tell you the truth, we never needed one. All that we demons require is already provided to us by our lord and maste

Teo laughed hysterically as a reddish light illuminated his grimace. Cassandra was next to him, severely drunk, clenching her glass with every scream. A young girl, very frail and scared, was fighting for her life in a dark concrete basement, as he pointed and giggled with delight. Her tormentor was ripping her clothes off, unresponsive to her cries. The only thing he seemed to listen to were Teo’s suggestions, whispered through the device. He raped her for a long time, forcing himself even when his member gave up on him."Never mind that! Finish the job!" the demon gave an order. Turning towards his companion, Cass raised the ends of her lips up, tittering in a high pitch. The man zipped up his pants, flying towards the screaming girl. She yelled for help, pleading with him to let her go. "Please! Have mercy!" she cried, exhausted.The man held the rock for a second as if hesitant. "You know she is going to tell, right?" Teo whispered calmly. "And besides, what you are about to do i

When her children were still young, Tiffany opened the front door of her childhood home. She was winded and visibly distraught. Her mother rushed to greet her faking a carefree hello. "Tiffy dear, I didn't expect you so soon. How are the kids?""Cut the sweet talk. You know why I am here. Where is he?" she stated grim.Her mother shrugged, letting her lips fall down. "In the bedroom. But dear, please understand..." she uttered as her daughter rushed pas her, not giving her a moment of her time.There, inside the bed she used to jump in as a child, her father was lying, helpless and weak. A tube stuck out of his nose, while his bony fingers twitched over the cover. His milky eyes turned towards her and looked away, as if embarrassed."Why did you come, pumpkin?" he whispered through his dry lips."What do you mean, why? I wanted to see you!" she said, trying to remain calm."I'm sorry, I tried to stop her," Cathy appeared, ushering her daughter towards the living room."How long has he