072. Breakfast For Litsi

Litsi slipped into the hotel’s basement like a shadow, her steps silent against the cold, concrete floor. She reached the back wall, fingertips brushing its surface before a faint hum of energy pulsed through her. Instantly, the CCTV feeds blinked to static. A fleeting smile touched her lips—too easy.
She moved quickly, her figure a blur, until she reached the elevator. The operator barely had time to acknowledge her presence before her gaze caught his. His posture slackened, eyes glazing over as if he had forgotten his own name. With a subtle nod, he led her upward, the elevator humming softly as they ascended to the top floor—the royal suite.
When the doors parted, opulence unfolded before her. The entire floor was a single suite, more palace than hotel room. Marble columns, gilded furnishings, and shimmering chandeliers reflected the wealth of its occupant. But Litsi's eyes were fixed on the two hulking figures stationed at the entrance, their black suits stretched tight over muscle-bound frames.
As she approached, tension thickened in the air. The guards watched her, unmoving, their expressions carved from stone.
“We didn’t order any more entertainment,” one of them growled, his voice like gravel, suspicion dripping from every word.
Litsi’s lips curled into a smile. “I know,” she purred, her voice a soft whisper that carried an unspoken promise, sending a shiver through the stillness.
In a flash, Litsi struck both guards with blinding speed. Her hands moved faster than the eye could follow, and before either man could react, they crumpled to the floor with a heavy thud, unconscious.
Without a hint of concern, she turned the handle, the door yielding effortlessly beneath her touch. Locks—whether analog or digital—were useless against an ymvith’s power. Anything she touched bent to her will. Unlike Nadezhda, who left a trail of shattered electronics in her wake whenever her tail lashed out, Litsi’s control was temporary but precise, making her touch all the more dangerous.
She grabbed the two guards by their collars and dragged them inside the suite, their weight no more of a burden than a pair of pillows. After laying them side by side on the plush carpet, Litsi’s eyes swept the vast room. It was more luxurious than most homes, dripping with opulence—gold-trimmed furniture, silk drapes, and marble floors gleaming under the soft lighting. She moved carefully, making sure no one was watching.
Then, in one fluid motion, she began undressing. Each piece of clothing slid off her skin, pooling at her feet until she stood completely naked. With a playful smirk, she crouched between the two unconscious men. "Sorry, boys," she whispered, her voice a hushed, teasing caress. Her hands roamed to their crotches, her fingers dancing over their suits before slipping into their jackets to pull out a gun from each holster.
Litsi stood and strolled over to a coat hanger, carefully placing a keychain camera on top. The angle was perfect, capturing every detail as she wanted. With the setup complete, she turned her attention to one of the three closed doors, walking toward it with calm, casual grace—her next target awaited beyond.
Litsi moved to each door in turn, opening them with a steady hand. Behind the third, she found what she was looking for—a lavish master bedroom. Sprawled across the bed was a middle-aged man, flanked by two young women, all naked and tangled in sheets. The scene confirmed what she already knew. A sigh of disappointment escaped her lips, a brief flicker of disdain crossing her otherwise calm face.
Without hesitation, she slapped the man awake, her guns trained on him and the girls. The startled trio sat up, confusion and fear flashing in their eyes as Litsi motioned them into the center room. They stumbled forward, quickly lining up next to the unconscious bodyguards.
With a delicate twist of her wrists, the guns in her hands came apart, pieces tumbling to the carpet in a soft clatter. The man and the girls watched in silent disbelief. Litsi smiled—at first, a picture of beauty. But as her lips stretched unnaturally wide, her smile turned grotesque. Her eyes widened, an eerie light flickering within them. The corners of her mouth continued to stretch, tearing open until they reached her ears. A crack formed beneath her lower lip, snaking downward until it split her neck wide open.
A shriek filled the room, sharp and otherworldly, as Litsi’s upper body tore open from belly to jaw. Rows upon rows of razor-sharp teeth gleamed, her once-beautiful form transforming into a monstrous, gaping maw—a nightmarish flower in full bloom.
With terrifying precision, she lunged at the man in the bed. His scream barely had time to echo in the suite before her jaws clamped down, severing him cleanly in two. Blood erupted in a sickening spray, painting the walls and ceiling in macabre patterns. His body fell to the floor with a heavy thud, limbs twitching for a moment before going still.
She then turned to the two girls, their eyes wide with terror, bodies frozen in place. The first girl couldn’t even scream before Litsi moved with impossible speed, her maw widening again. In one violent slash, her jagged teeth tore through the girl’s body. Blood sprayed across the room, staining the once-pristine sofas as the girl’s lifeless form crumpled to the floor.
Litsi’s body moved like a dark, sinister blur, immediately pivoting toward the second girl. She tried to crawl away, but Litsi pounced, her mouth a cavern of death that ended the girl's life with another grotesque snap. Her body hit the floor, joining the others in the growing pool of crimson.
The suite was silent now, save for the soft dripping of blood from the walls. Litsi’s breathing slowed, her maw closing but still twitching in anticipation. The bodies—still full, still brimming with the fluids she craved—lay before her, vulnerable. She crouched down, her hands grazing over the cold skin of the man’s severed torso. Then, she latched onto his lifeless flesh, her jaws stretching over the exposed veins.
A sickening slurp broke the silence as she began to drain him. His skin shriveled, collapsing inward as all moisture, all vitality was sucked out. Flesh tightened over bones, organs withered, and his once-strong body crumbled into a dry, lifeless husk. Only brittle bones and leathery remnants remained.
One by one, she fed on them all. The first girl’s once-soft flesh cracked and shrank under her touch, fluids draining into Litsi’s insatiable maw. Her body, too, withered until it was nothing but a skeleton, the last drop of blood stolen. The second girl’s death was no less gruesome. Her limbs convulsed as Litsi feasted, her fluids slurped away until only hollow remains were left.
Even the unconscious bodyguards, who had been left in a heap near the door, were not spared. Litsi’s maw descended upon them, sucking the last vestiges of life from their once-strong bodies. Their bones jutted from skin that now hung loosely, the flesh dissolved, leaving nothing behind but dry husks.
The room was now drenched in blood and death. The opulent suite, once a place of luxury, had become a charnel house, a gruesome tableau of her devastation. Litsi stood amidst the carnage, her breathing heavy as her monstrous maw sealed shut. The satisfaction of the feast was fleeting, replaced by a wave of shame that crashed over her like a cold tide.
Her hands trembled, not from the violence, but from the weight of her exposure. She had hidden this part of herself for so long, kept it buried under layers of charm and beauty. This hideous, inhuman form—this creature of destruction—was something she despised, something she feared anyone might see.