I paint my walls red with blood

Sebastian sat inside his den, he had just dragged the carcass of a wolf he had just killed into his den. It hadn't been much of a fight, the bitch had trespassed on his land, so, she had paid for it with her life. The bitch should have been in a pack, kept prisoner, used for the sole purpose of reproduction. That's what females were for after all. He spat on the carcass and looked at it. It's fur was matted with her blood. He began to rip and tear, taking the pelt off. He was making such a mess. The floors were already stained red. Once he was done he grabbed the skin and pulled it over to an empty space on the ground. There, that would make an excellent rug. The shadows in his twisted mind laughed, and so he laughed with them, a crazy, maniacal laugh. As for the carcass, that would make a fine meal.

"Speech"