The Sentinels good morning, worm, your honor

the girl took a step back. iliksis watched her, hungry. the laugh that rung hollow from her lips was matched with a smile, neither warm nor kind, but iniquitous. his eyes remained unsmiling; flat, intense.

"little girl, things rot inside me already." he knew this - she knew this. his eyes roved her body again. violating. approving. he did not close the gap; let her think she could get away, or escape his hunger."but i could show you what my insides feel like, if you would like."

he wished to set on her body, to let her feel every part of him. yet he restrained - she had made a game, he would play a game.

rising then, the thin-limbed creature moved along the motes of ash. he put enough distance that the girl could think his interest in her had reached its culmination and rapidly waned. later, he would follow her.