First Taste

The twins exchanged glances, uncertainty. They had just killed, sure. They had hunted, and killed and their stomachs roared and growled with starvation. Would they…sink to this? Cannibalism within troll cultures was largely ritualistic…It was something that the Loa abiding warriors, the witchdoctors and potion docs did. They were the low-caste, the outcasts, and thus exempt from these practices. Still, their bellies rumbled.
The younger reached out, one of his thick fingers brushing over the girl’s still-warm cheek. It was soft, but not in the way a tiger cub’s pelt was. It was…smooth. His hand trailed downward, over the tender flesh of neck and breast, around his knife and along the abdomen. Shaking, he reached for the hem of her skirt, and tugged. It didn’t catch, but he found beneath a set of tights covering her legs. Trozka knelt on the opposite side of the girl. There was a reservation in him, stronger than Shuzu’s. The elder twin was smarter…and perhaps because of that, more humane. It was difficult to say, but he almost winced when Shuzu tore the fabrics that barred his fingers from the flesh. Finally he loosely grasped the flesh just below her knee, and pulled. What he achieved first was a simple popping as her joints were yanked from their sockets, and a faint stretching sound. Alone, he didn’t have the leverage to do this. Yet, without a word, Trozka shuffled to sit on his heels over the torso, taking hold of where the hip connected to the thigh. The two exchanged glances for the second time. Then the younger used all of his strength, and ripped the limb free.
Each of their hearts hammered hard against their chests at what they had just done. One last shared gaze, one that stayed for an instant too long. Trozka scowled at his brother, they looked away from one another. Her flesh was…so soft under his fingers…
And ripped easily in his teeth.