I grabbed a human finger from my plate and bit into it. The flesh was soft and tender, easily ripping of the bone. This finger was from my last victim, some guy trespassing in our territory. After I killed him, I cooked him and prepared to serve him at tea time.

My guests were all digging in and a drinking his sweet blood from the golden teacups.

“Oh, my. Where did you find this high-quality hu...