Young Writers Society

Darling, come. Give me a taste.

Shh, shh, I know it hurts, but it won’t for much longer, I promise.

Don’t you trust me? Of course you do, when have I ever lied to you? I told you I would devour you, did I not?

Stop your crying darling, or I’ll cut out that pretty little tongue of yours, hm?

I can do more with it outside of your mouth than inside.

Would you like a glass of wine, darling? I would. Give me your wrist — I’m not asking.

Good, good boy. I’ll bandage it up all pretty when my glass is full, alright? Would you like a pretty coloured band-aid?

I have pink, blue - this one has little stars, how cute! Just like you. So very cute, I could just eat the rest of you now.

Of course, there’s no fun in that, I’d miss you far too much not to savour every last drop.

Should I eat your thigh or breast next? Or, say ‘No’ for neither.

Sorry, my love, but all that screaming and crying isn’t a ‘No’ is it? Use your words.

Oh, yes, my love you’re completely right, all you can do is scream without a tongue. I suppose I’ll have your thigh tonight.

I think I’ll crumb and fry it. I’d offer you a taste but… well. Don’t worry, your tongue will have a lovely taste of me later, if you’re good you can watch.

Goodness, you’re much lighter than you were a few days ago! Been on a diet or something? No, I know I’m not funny.

Do you like your view from the ground? What a convenient height you are, open wide my love. If I feel your teeth, they’ll be the next to go.

Or maybe I’ll carve them out now, I do love the warm, comforting feeling of your blood around me. What an interesting taste that will be when I finish.

I’m almost jealous, if only you had loved me enough to do this for me. I certainly would be much more appreciative than your being. All you do is cry.

How pathetic, I really thought you were the one for me, or that at least you’d love me enough to try. I guess I was wrong.

Do you remember the way you’d moan when I’d bite your neck? And then you’d beg me for more, but suddenly this is too much? Darling, you asked for this.

What an awful lover you have been. I love you enough to take such good care of your tender meat, and keep you alive in my loving grasp, and yet you still attack me.

Maybe I’ll punish you. Where has my knife gone? Oh, yes, your shoulder does make such a good knife block, doesn’t it. See, you were always worried you weren’t enough for me, yet look at you go! My darling is not only my every meal, my entertainment, my lover, but also my little knife block. So useful! I’m so proud of you, you’re finally applying yourself like your mother always said. You know, she’s not even looking for you. I doubt anyone knows you’re gone, to be honest my darling. You were quite the loner. You only ever had me, and now you will be mine until there’s none of you left. I can’t wait to feel that precious heart of yours passing through my intestines.

Close your eyes my love, it’s almost over, shh, shh. No one is coming to save you. I am all you’ve ever had.

Really? You’re going to go out crying like that? Goodness, are you my big strong lover or a baby? One last kiss, my love, let me suck the life out of you.

Just like that, close your eyes for the last time. Good, good. My beautiful boy. I’ll be looking up at you from hell.

Maybe I’ll serve the rest of you at your funeral. Blink if you don’t want that. Oh? No, your eyes are very wide, you must really want everyone to have a taste of you. My precious little doll, I’ll hold you close until you rot in my arms, I’ll keep that delicious body of yours safe from the world. You really are mine.

Come bleed for me, one last time darling. Fill my glass once more.

I almost miss your excessive crying, maybe I should have done this earlier. But God, do your intestines feel so good around me. So squishy and warm, I just adore the squelch they make with every thrust. What a beautiful boy you are, I can’t believe I waited this long. Maybe I’ll turn your skin into my own personal toy I can play with every time I miss you.

You’ll never believe what I got in the mail today, my love. An invitation to your funeral!

My, you’re looking awfully pale and thin. Your little skull is so adorable, I could just kiss it all day. It still tastes like you, too! What a treat. Would you like to be my plus one?

I’ll write the most beautiful speech, I promise. You know I love you, right? This is all for you. Everything I’ve done is for you. Why couldn’t you have just appreciated it?

Shit… Darling I’m so sorry. That’s a nasty fracture, right through your eye socket, too. Let me put a little band-aid on it, would you like pink, blue, or little stars?