Between the leaning buildings of Leeside that stood like towering sentinels, Sabrina saw the familiar cobblestone wall that surrounded the Torrent Orphanage. Torches stood out like floating fireflies in the distance and at the entrance, she saw the dark silhouette of a figure, a single lookout had been stationed outside the orphanage. Sabrina found her thoughts drift to Skinner briefly, and concluded that, of all the things Skinner was, he wouldn’t condone this behaviour on innocent young women, rather, he’d likely geld the men involved in this night-time abuse. Regardless of his diminutive level of empathy, Skinner was still the man in charge of keeping the city in lockdown, any behaviour that could get the populace into a rioting frenzy was bad news for him.

Sabrina, however, didn’t want the men punished at the hand of someone else though, she wanted to serve it herself, to take on some of the responsibility she felt she owned. She had, after all, removed Tabatha from the orphanage, a person that would have supported the girls. Not to say that she could have stopped them, but the girls would have had someone to at least care for them, perhaps even help them escape this torment.

She crawled around the side of the orphanage wall, staying low and silent like a cat. When she got close enough to smell the sentry, she opened her mouth and released two strings of webbing that fired out at wicked speed. One hit the sentry in the left ankle, the other completely enveloped his head. The sentry tried to yell, but not even muffled screams could penetrate through the thick layer of webbing smothering him. Sabrina tugged at the webbing around his ankle and the sentry was pulled into the darkness, choking slowly and desperately clawing at his neck for air. The webbing around his face sealed his mouth and nose together, so any attempts to free himself were fruitless.

She watched the dying man, her teeth gritting as he flopped about like a fish out of water. She felt the urge to thrash the dying man, to cause him even more pain; but was appeased to watch him roll in tormented panic. He twitched as the last remnants of air were spent, then went still. When the body lay dormant for a while, Sabrina turned her sights inwards, into the courtyard of the orphanage. Drifting across its stretch of neatly tended gardens like a shadow, she remembered how much she used to hate returning to this place, to the dominant rule of Tabatha. Another spark of guilt riveted up her spine like hot needles, and she slipped inside what used to be the large bed-chamber.

Before Sabrina had opened the chamber's door, she heard tempered cries and whimpering coming from inside, mixed with the husky chuckles of men. Barefooted and equipped with nothing but her black boiled leathers, she entered.

Inside was almost exactly how Sabrina remembered, two rows of beds lined each side, allowing for a wide walkway through the centre. The men inside were busy, and none seemed to see Sabrina enter, trusting that their man outside would alert them to any dangers. It now appeared; their greatest danger just walked through the front door unknown and unannounced. Some of the girls, the ones that were not being fondled, saw Sabrina and shook their heads, almost as if urging her to turn around and leave, Sabrina’s nostrils flared. She felt a hot rage bubbling inside as if she was brewing one of her potions within her own beating heart.

One of the men sat off to Sabrina’s left was caressing the breast of a young woman under her nightgown, his face buried in the woman’s neck. She shot her silk webbing at him, striking him heavily on the back, then pulled him to the floor in front of her. Without hesitation, she spat in the man's face. The man reached up to his face in terror, yelling violently as his skin began to melt away slowly and emit a stench. Sabrina stepped over him, peering around at the four other men that now rushed to their feet in alarm, the closest one to Sabrina, pulled himself out of the whimpering woman under him and gave Sabrina: a small but sensitive target for her to aim for. Sabrina charged him before he could reach for his trouser belt, gripping his manhood tightly. She pulled free, tossing the mutilated piece off to the side. The man's bearded face contorted in shrill agony, then he looked down to confirm what had been taken form him. He collapsed backwards, squealing with what masculinity he had left as a jet of crimson, painted the walls and floor surrounding him.

The room filled with the squeals of men and woman alike, Sabrina pushed aside a terrified girl in her way and lunged towards another WC member. She collided with him, knocking him down on his back, one of his hands clutched tightly around Sabrina’s throat fearing what she was about to do.

“NO—wait—" he managed before Sabrina hit his forehead with a glob of her poison spit. The man let go of her neck quickly and wiped fruitlessly at the now burning hole in his skull, sending melted flesh to drip into his eye sockets. The fingers the man used to try and naively wipe away the acid, also began to melt, and the man screamed until even his screams of pain were washed away when the corrosive bile reached his vocal cords.

When it was over. Sabrina was kneeling in the centre of the walkway, her hands and face painted red. She had resorted to biting and clawing as the remaining men charged her, gleaming steel in their hands. Sabrina had dodged and weaved their strikes, as easily as avoiding the passing traffic of people in a city. The women that remained, the ones too afraid to move during the chaos, were all huddled together in a corner, likely afraid Sabrina was about to turn on them at any point. Some recognised her, others did not.

Covered in blood with flesh all around, Sabrina felt her hunger suddenly grow fierce. She had expended more energy than she could have predicted, her senses being as sharp as they were during that fight. A man's arm lay limply beside her, detached from the man it once belonged too. Sabrina reached for it instinctively, grabbing the arm by the wrist. Without a second thought, she bit into it, peeling away strips of human flesh. She heard the woman behind her whimper, but the feeding frenzy took hold of her and she knew, it would not let go of her until she was finished.

She tore at the arm until there was little left but white bone and skin around the hand. She wanted more, needed more. The taste of animal flesh was none compared to a human's. Then the doors into the chamber slammed open, revealing a stary night sky outside. In walked Thana who froze with sudden acknowledgement. Sabrina didn’t look up, too encapsulated by the next slab of meat advertising itself to her.

As Sabrina sunk her teeth into the ankle of another dead man, she heard her aunt gasp distantly.

“Oh, Sabrina…” Thana said apprehensively “What have you done?”

Sabrina looked up darkly, blood running down into her chin and staining her teeth, Sabrina stood slowly to face her aunt. She saw Thana retreat slightly, her claws growing into narrow points on the backstep.