On an otherwise ordinary afternoon, Hana and Mira strolled through the park together. The sky was clear, the air crisp, but there was a hint of something unsettling lingering around the edges. They had noticed a strange man following them on occasion, always keeping his distance. He was tall, wiry, with a manic gleam in his eyes, and he never failed to bring up veganism in their brief encounters.
The first time he approached them, it was casual. He cornered them near a small café, smiling wide as he rambled about how the meat industry was destroying the world. Mira, always polite, nodded but guided Hana away before the conversation could grow too uncomfortable.
The second time was at the grocery store. Hana, tossing some snacks into the basket, suddenly heard that same familiar voice from behind.
"Processed food, huh? It's poison, you know. We should all be eating what the earth gives us."
She barely glanced at him, rolling her eyes. But there was something sharp in the way his words cut through the air. Mira stepped in between them, her calm yet firm posture easing Hana's rising frustration. They left before the conversation could continue, but the man's eyes lingered on them as they walked away.
The third time was stranger. They were sitting on a bench near the lake when he appeared out of nowhere, drenched in sweat from a run, or perhaps something else entirely.
"You two should really take better care of yourselves," he said, unblinking. "Your figures... I can tell you're not on a clean diet. Not like me. I only eat the purest foods. It's the best for... keeping track of the body."
Hana narrowed her eyes, unnerved by his invasive tone. Mira gently squeezed her sister's arm, signaling her to stay calm. They both stood up and left, but the man's laughter echoed behind them.
Then came the fourth encounter.
It was raining. Sheets of water poured down from the sky, drenching the streets, and making the world look like something out of a fever dream. Hana and Mira hurried home under an umbrella when they saw him again, standing in the middle of the sidewalk, soaked through and grinning like a madman.
"Didn't think I'd see you two out in this weather," he chuckled, stepping toward them.
Mira instinctively moved in front of Hana, her gaze sharp, but the man didn't seem to care. He tilted his head, his eyes gleaming with an unhinged light.
"Rain makes everything clearer, don't you think? I can see... every detail." His voice dropped, his words lingering uncomfortably. "The way your bodies move, the way you carry yourselves. I've studied you two. Every inch of you."
Hana's blood ran cold. She gripped Mira's arm tightly, but Mira kept her composure, her yellow-orange eyes locked on the man.
"You're sick," Mira said, her voice low but steady.
"Sick? No, no. You've misunderstood. I've been getting to know you... in a deeper way. Call it... appreciation." His grin stretched wider. "Before I get what I want, I need to make sure you're not hiding anything."
He lunged toward them, his hands moving too fast to react. Mira shoved Hana back, trying to create space, but he was already touching them, his fingers searching their bodies, not for weapons, but for something far more disturbing.
"Gotta make sure there are no gadgets... or surprises," he whispered. "Wouldn't want my plans spoiled." His fingers lingered a moment too long on their arms, their shoulders, as if gauging them, weighing his next move.
Hana's breath hitched, her heart pounding in her chest. She shot a desperate look at Mira, who was already forming a plan in her head, trying to keep her sister calm.
Then, the man stepped back, wiping rain from his face. He called out into the downpour, and from the shadows of an alley, four bearded, ragged men emerged, their eyes hollow, their clothes tattered.
"Perfect timing, boys," the man sneered. "I've brought you a meal. Hana, you should feel honored. They're... hungry."
Mira's heart sank. The odds were against them, but she wasn't going to let this creep win. Not now, not ever. The rain poured harder, and the tension grew thick. Hana's fear turned to resolve, and Mira's calm demeanor shifted into something more fierce. They weren't going down without a fight.
The rain fell harder, blurring the world into a grim haze. The strange man, eyes wild with twisted excitement, pulled a taser from his soaked coat. In the blink of an eye, he fired at Hana, the electric prongs embedding in her side.
A sharp scream tore from her throat as her body seized up, collapsing to the wet ground. Mira's heart stopped. She lunged toward her sister, but before she could reach her, the four bearded men were on Hana, like wolves to their prey.
"NO!" Mira's voice cracked through the storm, but her body was locked in place by sheer horror.
The men, ravenous and gaunt, grabbed Hana's arms and legs. One tore into her flesh with his teeth, a sickening, wet crunch mixing with the sound of the rain. Another yanked at her clothes, his filthy hands roaming over her helpless form, their eyes glowing with hunger.
Hana's eyes, wide with terror and pain, locked onto Mira's. A silent plea. But Mira couldn't move.
A cruel laugh echoed from behind her. Before she could react, there was a sharp jolt of pain in her back. She collapsed to her knees as the man tased her, her muscles contracting violently. The world dimmed, but through the rain and her own blurred vision, Mira saw the man step closer.
He grabbed Mira by the hair, pulling her up before wrapping his arm around her neck. She struggled, gasping for breath, but he tightened his grip, enjoying every second of her fear.
"Shhh…" he whispered, his breath hot against her ear, "I've waited for this moment. You know, I think I prefer you this way... so calm, so obedient. You're special, Mira. You've always been special."
Mira writhed in his grasp, her body weak from the shock. She glanced down at Hana, who was barely moving, her face pale, and blood soaking the rain-drenched street. The men continued their gruesome feast, their filthy beards stained red.
The man leaned in closer to Mira, his voice a soft, poisonous hiss. "Now, now, don't look away. This is what happens when you don't listen. But don't worry... I'm saving you for last."
Mira's rage boiled under her skin. Her heart pounded in her chest, her vision dimming from the lack of air. She tried to claw at his arm, but her strength was slipping away with each passing second. The rain continued to pour down, the storm masking the horror of the scene unfolding before her eyes.
Hana's faint breath echoed in Mira's ears, a fading reminder of her sister's life hanging by a thread.
This couldn't be the end.
Mira's mind raced, desperate for an escape, her body screaming for oxygen as the man's arm tightened around her neck, enjoying every ounce of her suffering.
The man's grip around Mira's neck tightened as he pulled her closer, his free hand trailing down to her chest. His fingers pressed against her body, lingering far too long, savoring her helplessness as she struggled to break free. His breath came out in sharp, delighted bursts, feeding off the control he held over her.
"You're perfect, Mira," he whispered, his voice sickeningly sweet, "exactly as I imagined." His hand traced the curves of her chest, each motion deliberate and slow. Mira could feel the bile rise in her throat as she fought back tears, her body shuddering in a mixture of fear and disgust.
Below them, Hana lay on the rain-slicked pavement, her body motionless except for the weak, ragged breaths still escaping her lips. The bearded men, filthy and reeking of sweat and rot, surrounded her. Their hands dug into her flesh, pulling and tearing with unbridled ferocity.
One man, his beard matted with mud and filth, bit down hard on Hana's arm, ripping a chunk of muscle free with a grotesque squelch. Blood poured from the wound, staining the rainwater red as it pooled around her limp body. Another man, his eyes wild and glazed over, gnawed at her leg, his teeth sinking into her skin like a ravenous animal. His mouth smeared with blood, he let out a guttural growl, relishing the taste of her.
They fought among themselves for her, their hands digging into her torso, their teeth bared as they ripped open her abdomen. One of them buried his face into the torn flesh, feasting on her insides with savage hunger. The sound of ripping flesh, of bone cracking under their teeth, mixed with the downpour, a nightmarish chorus of suffering.
Hana's face, though pale and bloodied, was twisted in silent agony, her eyes barely open, the light fading. Her body twitched involuntarily with each new bite, but there was no strength left to fight back. The men ate like animals, oblivious to the rain, oblivious to her weakening breath.
Above, the creep continued his twisted exploration of Mira's body, his hand moving lower, teasing and mocking her powerlessness. "Don't worry," he murmured, pressing his lips close to her ear. "It'll be your turn soon."
Mira's breath came in ragged gasps, her mind screaming for a way out, any way out.
The creep's hand still gripped Mira tightly as he pulled out a small vial of a strange, thick substance. Her eyes widened in panic, but her body was too weak to resist. He pried her mouth open, pouring the liquid down her throat, his sick grin widening as he watched her choke and sputter.
The moment the substance hit her stomach, Mira felt an unnatural burning sensation spreading through her chest, causing her to gasp, her hands instinctively clutching at herself in pain. Her heart pounded harder, her breaths shallow and erratic.
The man chuckled darkly, his voice dripping with twisted delight. "Do you know how much blood a human body has, Mira?" he asked casually, his tone mocking. "About five liters, give or take. But yours... yours is different now." He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear. "Your blood... it's turning into milk."
Mira's eyes widened in horror, but her body betrayed her as a strange sensation spread through her veins. She could feel it, thick and heavy, inside her. Her breathing became more labored, her chest heaving. The creep shoved her downward, forcing her to sit atop a small metal bucket he had pulled from his bag, positioning her over it.
Before she could comprehend what was happening, Mira felt something wet trickling down her body. She looked down, but the sight made no sense — her body was leaking, a milky white fluid seeping from her chest, staining her clothes, pooling into the bucket below her.
"What... what are you doing to me?" Mira croaked, her voice hoarse, weak.
The man didn't answer immediately. Instead, he grabbed her chin roughly, forcing her to look at him. His other hand groped her chest with a brutal intensity, squeezing, pulling, as if milking her like an animal. Mira's head jerked to the side, but he yanked it back, his lips crashing into hers in a forceful, grotesque kiss. He tasted her despair, his tongue probing deeper as she struggled in vain.
"Shhh," he whispered against her lips when he finally pulled back, wiping her saliva from his mouth. "You're almost done, Mira. Just a little more." His hand pressed harder against her chest, kneading, squeezing as the liquid continued to pour out.
Mira's vision blurred as her strength faded. The sensation of being drained—of her very life force slipping away—overwhelmed her. She wanted to scream, to fight, but her body no longer obeyed her. The creep's touch was relentless, violating, his breath hot and ragged against her skin as he continued to kiss her between gasps of twisted pleasure.
The bucket filled, the strange liquid splashing as it overflowed. Mira's head lolled forward, her breaths becoming shallower with each passing moment. She tried to hold on, tried to think of Hana, of anything other than the nightmare she was trapped in.
But it was too late. Her body had given up. As the last of the milk drained from her, Mira's consciousness flickered and faded, her body going limp in the creep's arms.
He stepped back, admiring his work, watching as Mira's lifeless body slumped over, her chest still leaking faintly. He smiled, satisfied.