Spare her, sort of...

You instantly hold up a hand and call out: "HOLD!" Your minions, trained to obedience by years of working under you and your, creative, methods of punishing those who disobey, halt at once though they slaver and snap in hunger.

You stalk closer until you loom over the frightened rogue, your blood red eyes boring into her green ones like an industrial mining drill. "ANYTHING?" You ask in an emphasized whisper.

She hesitates, but knowing that you could lower your hand and seal her ****, which though not permanent is still intensely painful, she mutely nods.

"Say it out loud." You whisper, smelling her hair, which still bears a faint trace of lavender even after hours in the dungeon.

"Yes, I will do ANYTHING." She whispers back, voice practically dripping with terror.

"Good, then come with me." You say grabbing her arm and hauling her to her feet.

You lead the pack back to the site of the ambush and coup-de-grace the two paralyzed victims, being rewarded with two more sprays of treasure. You collect it all in your pack to sort later, since it is probable that the zone is about to go dormant again when the last hero in it dies, and then your items will reset to what they were before this little very pleasurable escapade, but the XP will remain.

As a 'feeding creature' you can remove the armor and clothes of the dead heroes, but only enough to consume their flesh, the items stay grayed out and unable to be picked up. This you do, but you take one of the bronze knives from your inventory and start cutting off cuts of raw meat from the cleric.

"Eat it." You command the horrified rogue.

"Ugh, no!" Jenna says recoiling from the slice of calf muscle still dripping blood.

"You Would Rather Die?" You ask, starring her down as the other two ghouls feast on the bodies.

For a moment she doesn't move, then...