Gal followed the direction she heard the heartbreats coming from.
"One. Two. Three." She murmured and entered the basement. "Sheryl." She called and paused to look around.
It was dark in there and it smelt nice. If she had time she would have commented how weird that was. When she didn't get an answer, she stretched her hands and to her luck she found the switch.
She switched on and turned around and found Sheryl bent over a man who seemed to be out of breathe. Gal walked to where they were and commented, "is this the man we are going to kill?"
Sheryl chuckled and stood, "yes, he is the one and only. What do you think?"
"We should feed him. If we kill him this way, it won't be that fun. The gods will be angry."
"I think you have a point. Hey." Sheryl said and hit the man on his crotch.
