He was eating him. Jerome was eating Quentin. It was as simple as that. He was ripping off large shreds of Quentin's fishy skin with his sharp teeth, not even chewing before swallowing the chunks of his flesh. He kept ripping, pulling, swallowing, and repeating. Blood covered his lips and teeth as he ate Quentin alive. He even ate the bones. He licked his lips occasionally, only to prepare them for another tasty bite of Quentin's flesh.
JE LEEST
The Depths of Despair (A Minecraft Murder Mystery Story)
Mysterie / Thriller16 very anxious Minecrafters think they're in for the best time of their lives. A man, un-named, had hand selected them for a very special Adventure Map, said to have been years in the making. They all show wide smiles that turn to shrieks of horror...
