SUCK ME DRY

Magma hued eyes are void of emotion as she stares emptily onto the dark depths of the water before her, her rump raised toward the sky as she leans down to get closer to its surface. Beneath the water flashes a swift movement of silver, and she waits a few more seconds. Then, without warning, she strikes forward, her head breaking the waters surface as her snout plunges downward. A few more seconds of time pass before her head recoils and emerges. A large and squirming fish is held tightly within her jaws, and she tightens her grip every time the fish squirms. Her head moves from left to right as she shakes the life from her scaley victim, and when the fish no longer moves in protest, she drops it beside her. There is a small pile of fish beside her at this point, all of them unscathed besides the holes in their bodies where she had grabbed them. She pays no attention to the pile of food she has beside her, but instead turns her gaze back on the murky water. She is waiting for another fish to swim into her trap. The impulse to kill and destroy a life is overwhelming at this point, and no matter how many times she kills, she feels no release. And so she keeps catching fish, one by one, until she thinks she will feel some type of release by giving into her murderous impulses. "speech"