Bite her leg.

Kelly’s leg looks juicy. Long, thick, tender and shiny. I move myself to her thigh and slowly lick her soft skin. My wet tongue traces a line from the knee to the waist and I bite near the waist. The skin is thick so I bite harder. Kelly screams but relaxes as my fangs push through her flesh. Blood touches my fangs and I feed. Her blood tastes okay, but not as good as her arm. I chew on her leg as more blood leaks into my mouth. The flavour comes and I drink faster. I dig my teeth into her leg harder and harder. Kelly starts to scream louder.

“Scream all you want, the rooms I hear are soundproof.” I telepathically say to her. Kelly starts flailing to get out but it makes me bite harder. I push down on her chest and rip the skin off her leg. Kelly faints due to the excessive screaming out of exhaustion. She has lost a lot of blood but I continue to feed on the gaping wound in her leg. Her eyes are wide open, blood on her face and the aroma of blood fills the room.

I decide enough is enough and exit the room.