Sunshine filtered through the swaying branches of the willow tree. A man sat, leaning against the broad trunk. A glimmer of danger flashed through his eyes. There was a certain mysterious depth. If one happened to stare right into them, a strange sensation would overcome them. He brushed a stray lock of jet black hair away from his fine features as he pondered over a certain text. His long slender fingers peeled off the purple skin. The white flesh gleamed deliciously. He tore at the flesh, sliver by sliver, until there was no more.
