"He took out the knife... I guess that it was an ancient artefact - used for blood rituals... He cut me across the chest, from one side to the other. It was not a deep cut, just enough to bleed. I didn’t understand what he was doing until he leaned in and started licking the blood – with little flicks of his tongue, like a c-cat washing itself," Claire said, her words carrying a mixture of horror and resignation.