Shayla Raquel

My soul bleeds. Once punctured, It trickles down the page Until it spills, spills, spills. There is no damming the stream Of my soul. The cut is too deep. It is a surge now. And I must bleed it all out to heal.

Joyce has a taste for the forbidden. After years of reveling in the finer things life has to offer, she invites four dinner guests to partake in an exquisite feast. As her guests morph into victims, Joyce prepares for the next phase of her dinner. But her long-awaited plans crumble before...