Feast - The Year of The Russian

THE TALE OF RADIMIR - CREEPYPASTA

You feel a presence around you as you walk down the dark road. You ran away from your abusive boyfriend after he beaten you up. Your bruises and blood was apparent. It was all over you. You walked past the streets , now becoming blurs as you walk. You looked down, Earbuds in. You ran right into a VERY tall man. He looked down at you and you swear you saw no pupil's. His skin was a pink color! You swear it. You profusely apologize before he puts a finger on your lips. "What's wrong dear? You look like you were crying..." He had a heavy Russian accent but a deep , calming voice. You couldn't help but feel, oddly relaxed. Even with the events that took place that cause you to run away. "I-i was..I ran away". You sputter and you swear you feel something fluffy around you, like a cat tail? You look behind you to see nothing but he takes your hand and walks with you, as if he was taking you somewhere certain. "Tell me what happen, I'm here for you". You really should have felt afraid, This man was pretty scar- no...he was so handsome and tall...and charming and muscular, he could easily grab you and you wouldn't be able to escape. Your thoughts were already starting  to fog just from him touching your hand. "W-what happen was my boyfriend hit me when I refused to have sex with him, he punched me and cut me up a bit". The tall man lead you on a bench and you both sat down. "Your telling me someone hurt someone as beautiful as you?" You nod slightly and tears fall down your face. The man lifts your chin and makes you look up at him. "Shh....relax..slow your breathing, Your safe". You couldn't help but do just that, your breathing slowed , your tears stopped and your body relaxed underneath the touch. "Good...now...put all your trust in me..." You no longer felt any fear, you felt so calm. You felt like this was right for him to do. You only wanted to say yes to him. "Now let me take you home...so I can take care of you" the Russian said, his voice deep but soft. You only can nod your head as he easily picks you , you could feel him walking as he held you up . "What's your name?" The Russian smiled and said "Radimir". You heard of that name, you knew it from a old folklore, but you couldn't help but brush it off. While spaced out, you both reached his house. "Welcome home my dear" he lays you down on a flat metal blood stained bed, buckets that were stained with blood surrounded it. "Ready to sleep my dear?" You can't help but nod your head, apart of you knew you should be panicking but you couldn't. He chained up your wrist and ankles and he pulled out some knives. You can't panic. Everything is alright. He pulls out a butcher knife and slices off your top and slowly cuts in between your rib. The pain is excruciating , but you dont wanna scream. You feel accepting to this. You feel his long forked tongue slowly enter in through the cut, you want to struggle but something tells you not too. You feel his tongue open the wound more as tears pricked your eyes. His teeth slowly dig into you, cracking your rib bones. He was slowly eating the meat there. Tears were coming down your face , you wanted to scream, you wanted to cry for help but....you didn't. You didn't want to. "Relax.....you are my food now..shh" his voice was so calming and relaxing...your muscles loosened as he pulled out a chunk of meat and bone, chewing it and swallowing it, making a bloody mess, all the excess blood going around on the buckets below. His tongue acted like a razor blade as he went closer to your neck. "Shh.." you can't help but wanna keep quiet. "Are you ready to be my victim?" You nod now happily accepting it. His tongue slashes right through your skin cleanly acting as a needle to drink your blood. You feel yourself getting weaker as he drinks , before you can pass out he stops and you fights a bite on your head , it's hard but it doesn't hurt as bad as you think it will.  You feel like a shot of addrenaline went through you. You feel so awake. You struggle against the chains about to scream but then "shhh...your ok". You no longer want to cause anymore problems. You want this. He takes his butcher knife and slices open your chest entirely, keeping it open by removing the front part of your chest. Your beating heart and other organs are easily visible. He gets close to your face and you feel a gentle kiss. "Thank you for being my victim". He slowly goes to your heart and you feel his mouth slowly go around it. You can't help but want this so bad. Your thoughts now saying "please bite down". He had poisoned your mind entirely. He bites down and begins to eat it. Blood is already coming from your nose, eyes and mouth but you can't help but smile. The last thing you see is him having a bloody smile on his face,.and the last thought was you accepting your death.