The Male looked at me in surprise. I looked at me in surprise. I didn't know I had it in me and apparently nor did he he. Rachelle stood in the opposite corner with fear in her eyes. Her face was a mask. Not one of fear, just a mask. She didn't scream. I didn't scream. I wanted to. I wanted to know what was wrong with me. I wanted to know why this was happening. The male who lied beneath me still made a stuttered out a word that wasn't legible. I tore my eyes away from Rachelle and looked back at him. In one fluid movement, I dislodged his head from his body then continued to feast in silence. Isabelle is a model. She lives in L.A California with her mother Rachelle and Step father Jon. She looks like a goddess, but looks can be deceiving.