"Slither… capture her…" the bald man with the thick moustache ordered, his voice sharp with anger.
"Yessss ...." The snake-man, Slither, hissed in reply and slithered forward. With a swift motion, he seized Lanny by the wrist and lifted her into the air as though she weighed nothing. Lanny, short and light, dangled helplessly, her feet kicking just above the ground.
The moustached man's gaze fell upon the shattered bottle of Virgin Maiden Blood Wine. His eyes darkened with regret, almost mourning the spilled treasure. Kneeling, he carefully dipped his finger into the glistening liquid and brought it to his lips.
At the first taste, his eyes widened with rapture. Then, unable to resist, he dropped to his knees fully, pressing his face into the blood-soaked ground. He licked greedily, like a man starved, the unholy wine staining his lips crimson.
