"Anor? Anor, are you there? Fuck I can't move." CC is tied up still feeling light headed, it's dark and the air around him is wet. The air smells of rotting wood. Suddenly, CC hears footprints.
"Anor, is that you. Can you untie me?"
Waiting for a response back, CC tries to stay calm, tensing his wrists, trying to break free still awaiting a reply when finally. "Who's is Anor?" An unfamiliar yet eerie voice replies.
CC's mind panics, and his heart rate picks up as he sees an unfamiliar figure. It's a short woman with grey skin and brown hair. She's chubby, not much muscle on her, a familiar smell reaches out to CC's senses, however, and suddenly, his stress and panic pass over him and are replaced by an uncanny smile.
"What is you grinning at freak." The woman kicks him in the ribs, but it has no effect, and he only starts to laugh before he effortlessly snaps the rope and quickly stands up. He places a single hand on the woman's head and then suddenly tears it clean off blood fountaining out of the neck. CC puts his mouth to the wound and sucks rapidly his toung cleaning all the spilt blood from the body possible.
"I've not tasted blood this VILE in ages, I need more." CC rushes out the tent, looking for more tribesmen slaughtering and drinking the blood from all he sees, only sparing the lives of children.
Suddenly, when he's feasting on a corpse, he hears rustling in the bushes behind him. He turns his blood covered face to see what's coming when. "CC, is that you?"