Theophilous

The Morsel She shrieked and squirmed and tried to hide herself amid the rubble, but it was no use. His long, strong fingers knew right where she was, his owl-like eyes bright and keen and intent on her. He would have her, and there was nothing she could do but thrash and scream louder as his fingertips came for her, and caught her even as she was squirming away. He lifted her dozens and dozens of feet in the air, even as he was lying on his side, so his unnerving avian eyes could give her a cursory glance. He licked his lips, he apparently liked what he was looking at, his expression turning from boredom to vicious, lustful hunger. He was handsome, very handsome in an inhuman way. He smiled without revealing any teeth, and his mouth was plush yet not feminine. “Nononono…” was all she was able to utter before those horribly huge fingertips pushed her against his plush lips. He gave her a little kiss, his mouth firm and resolute, even his smile had power. His tongue took over