The man knelt, weeping, pleading for mercy. Hotaka let him do so, even though nothing would convince him to spare his life.
“My daughter. She needs a father.” Hotaka’s appetite grew. He was reaching the end of the line and this man had no siblings, no cousins.
“Where is she?” Hotaka asked, his elongated canines making his words harsh and clipped. The man hesitated and Hotaka gave him a reason to answer. Opening his wide mouth, he put the man’s hand between his teeth and bit through flesh and bone, blood filling his mouth as he sucked from the wound. Hotaka’s eyes rolled back in pleasure while the man beat the ground with his remaining fist in agony.
“Tell me, or I will eat the other,” Hotaka promised.