She asked for it

She looks at me, begging for me to feast on her flesh. I take the ring and put it around her pinkie. I grab her arm and bite down hard. My fangs drive into her flesh with great strength. I yank her arm back, pushing my hands into her shoulder and wrist and her flesh rips off the arm. I violently chew on her skin, piece by piece until there was nothing but spraying blood and bones. I feed on the fountain of blood spraying everywhere. Annie tried to hide her pain but the ring is glowing, signalling that she is healing. I stop and her arm regenerates.

Annie, exhausted, weakly asks “Is it over?”

I reply, “Yes, my morsel. You turned out to be a delicious dinner.”

Annie smiles, glad to be my vassal of feeding. She leans towards my bloodlined lips and kisses me. She feels so soft on my lips, like an angel. I take the ring from her finger and put it back in the box.

Annie asks me “now what? Are you still hungry or do you want some fun?”