Chapter 17

“Hnnn…” Mary curled into a ball, trembling violently. No matter how hard she tried to hold her breath, whimpers escaped her quivering lips. A sickening crunch and crack of bone echoed. She buried her face in her knees, desperately trying not to look behind her. The pungent stench of blood. The lingering image of crimson limbs being torn apart right before her eyes. But even more horrifying than that was the relentless, wet sound of the monster feasting. If all the brethren are eaten, then next…