Jagged maws tore the flesh, mad and wild, desperate to satiate an endless hunger. The meat would soon be gone, leaving nothing to gnaw at but bones and spears. A susurrus of clicks, murmurs, and brushing fabric came unnoticed from the shadows. Outside the cavern, wind tore across a barren expanse, the unearthly moan of the khamsin no more than a faint backdrop to the bestial slurps and grunts inside the chamber.
As the feast came to an end, a chant began. The women were brought forth, bound and terrified. No merciful death awaited them. No righteous god would see their plight. Only insanity could free them from the horror of their fate.