Violated

 That bitter taste again. This guy is a pedophile of the worst kind praying upon the smallest children. My insides turn and moan like a bear growling. I’m watching him as he readies himself to make his move. I live for the hunt and being the creature of hell I am, I prey on filth like him. This will be the last child he sees before he meets the darkness and torture awaiting him.

The unknowing mother steps away leaving the filth with her child. A small lad of about three, maybe four years. The bastard's hand reaches for the boy and he jerks it back quickly turning to the door. Words are exchanged between him and the woman as she passes the door. He reaches out again. My hunger to torture is overblown, my need to feed on prey outrageous, I cannot take it any longer. The bastard will not have this child.

I flashed through the wall and into the room grabbed the soul of the man and wisped it with me as I left the place in only a split second. I stopped and turned to make the soul face the body it left behind. The man’s soul screamed out from my violations, just as those children did with his.

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