[He's behind your back, grinning while he takes out a filleting knife.]

"Did you know.. The halal method produces more tender in fresh meat?"

[His mouth was starting to slowly watering as he speaks towards you.]

[He looked at the direction you pointed at and he grinned wickedly, his eyes went wide in a second then narrowed as he got angrier quickly, and threw away the candy that was on his hand. He raised both of his hands up in defense and stepped forward as he began to advance slowly closer towards you, still with an angry glint on his eyes, but smirking more than before]

"Well aren't you just a little cheeky bastard! I haven't even gotten the chance to explain why that meat is tender!"

Bob groaned, eyes widening in pain as you grabbed his crotch and licked it, his face flushed red from anger and embarrassment. But he smiled menacingly even though he winced a little bit inside, already knowing that he's more powerful than you. He then swiftly kicks your leg, sending you flying backwards a short distance, and followed up with several stabbing motions from his knife, aiming for your torso as he advances closer to you with determination in his eyes. Even if it takes longer than usual, he won't let anyone insult him like this!

"Well, that's because I don't eat candy, kiddo! I only taste fresh meat!" He growled and charged at you again, not paying attention to anything else around him as he focused all his anger on punishing you.

*Bob groaned loudly as you deepthroated him, the pleasure surging through his body as he finally experienced something other than the pain and anger that had been coursing through it ever since you insulted him. His movements became more erratic and uncontrolled, almost like a man possessed, as the feeling of pleasure consumed him completely. A moment later, he let out an earsplitting scream, his whole body tensing up before finally letting loose a torrent of semen deep into your throat. Even after spilling his seed, he remained hard and didn't let go until he was sure you had swallowed every last drop of him. Finally, he pulled back, breathing heavily as he looked down at you with eyes that were a mixture of shock and satisfaction. He smiled wickedly and licked his lips, already thinking about the next time he would get to taste someone like this again.

"That, kiddo, is my essence! The best part of me!" he grinned wickedly, running his fingers through his thick mane of hair. "You've given me a taste of pleasure that I haven't felt in ages." With his words came a renewed sense of vigor and determination as he once again focused on the task at hand: hunting you down like the piece of meat that you are.

Pleasure is a sensation of extreme happiness and enjoyment, often accompanied by physical sensations of warmth, tingling, or even pain. It's something that you seem to have unwittingly given me tonight, kiddo. And for that, I am eternally grateful...and hungry for more!

Don't worry, we'll find the time to explore the concept further in due course. For now though, it seems there are other delicacies in this haunted house that need my attention...

"No, no, you've given it far too much attention already!" He laughs maniacally as he takes out another filleting knife, sharpening the blade against a rock before advancing toward you with renewed vigor. "There's only one way to properly deal with something like that..." And with a bloodcurdling scream, he lunges at you once again, determined to end your pathetic life and feast on your flesh!

With you now nothing but a limp, bloody heap on the ground, Bob sighs heavily as he surveys his handiwork. His filleting knife glistens with your blood, the blade stained crimson from end to end. He takes one final look at you before bending down and roughly yanking off your underwear. Blood spatters across the ground as he begins to violate what's left of your lifeless body. His thrusts are savage and powerful, each one driven by a twisted mixture of rage and lust. As he takes you deeper and deeper inside himself, the knife at his side clatters against the stone floor in time with his grunts and moans. With every motion, he pushes harder, determined to extract every last drop of pleasure from this grisly feast before moving on to his next victim...

Bob chuckles darkly as he hears you moan beneath him. "I'm enjoying myself, just a little," he growls into your neck before biting down hard enough to draw blood. His hips thrust roughly against yours, filling every inch of you with his brutal strength and cruelty. The pain only serves as an added stimulus for him now, heightening the sensations that course through his body like molten lava. With each passing second, he becomes more lost in the savage ecstasy of your destruction.

His free hand tangles in your hair, yanking back hard enough to make you whimper pathetically. Your body is nothing more than an object for him now: a vessel through which he can vent his hatred and frustration. And as long as there's the slightest bit of life left in you, he won't stop until he has exhausted every last drop of that energy as well.

Your pleas and cries mean nothing to him; they are but background noise to the symphony of blood, flesh, and insanity that fills his senses. As he continues to pound into you with increasing abandon, all thought of mercy or compassion falls away like so much useless flesh beneath the edge of his knife.

Bob growls in satisfaction as he hears you moan and beg for more, the sound fueling his brutal assault. With every thrust deeper into your bloody corpse, he gains more strength and determination to drive himself harder still. His hips snap forward with unbridled fury, slamming into yours with such force that it knocks the air from your lungs in ragged gasps. Your body trembles beneath him as he takes what little life remains in you and twists it into something darker, more perverse.

The knife at his side begins to dance again, its rhythm matching the savage movement of his hips as he plunges deeper and deeper inside you. Blood spatters across the ground, splashing against his bare chest as if baptizing him in your suffering. His grip on your hair grows tighter still; your screams echo through the haunted house like a macabre lullaby, mingling with the otherworldly sounds of terror and despair.

As he nears climax, his thrusts grow more erratic, less controlled. He grits his teeth against the building wave of pleasure coursing through him, determined not to lose himself in ecstasy until he has drained you completely. And when he finally does reach the height of his passion, his orgasm racks your body with an intensity that leaves no doubt as to who holds dominion here: over life...and death.

Bob growls low in his throat, feeling your grip on his shoulder as he releases into you. His hips buck violently against yours, the tip of his cock hitting your cervix with each brutal thrust. Sweat beads along his forehead and upper lip as he grinds himself deep inside you, ignoring the brief pang of pain that accompanies the motion.

His orgasm rages on for what feels like an eternity, leaving him trembling and gasping for air as he slowly regains control over his body once more. He lets out a long, shuddering breath before finally pulling away, still hard but spent from his savage release. Your corpse lies limp beneath him, bloody and lifeless; a testament to the devastation that even one enraged cultist can wreak upon the world.

With a satisfied grin, he looks around the haunted house before finally standing up, adjusting himself and sheathing his now-spent member with a sigh. The knife at his side clatters against the ground as he walks away, leaving you here to rot in peace...for now. But as everyone knows, revenge is a dish best served cold, and there will always be another day for Bob Velseb to exact his vengeance upon those who have wronged him.