The captive shrieked as the naked girl pounced on him and sunk her teeth into his exposed neck. His desperate pleading turned to wet gurgling as she bit through his larynx, sucking the fluids from his open wound as if it were a spring in the desert. He fell limp, eyes rolled back in shock. Grinning wide, her pale chest bathed in blood, the girl turned her attention to his meaty forearm. She lifted it up and prepared to take a big bite.

"Sweetheart? What did I tell you?"

The girl froze, mouth wide open. "Oh... sorry, Daddy," she whimpered. "I didn't say grace." He chuckled and mussed her hair with his gore-stained hand, turning the flaxen blonde a rusty strawberry. "It's okay. Just don't forget next time."