Eating my Love

the entirety of the story

  The young brunette woke up, his eyes wide in confusion. He looked at his surroundings but there was nothing in sight. The void was completely dark and a cool draft made him shutter. He was laying down on what felt like a prison mattress, which was almost as cold and hard as the stale air surrounding him. Suddenly the lights flickered on. He blinked a bit before his vision slowly focused and he could finally see his surroundings. He was in what looked like a hospital room but it was almost like it had been abandoned once before and it was far from sanitary. Water damage littered the walls and the cold smell of alcohol and blood filled the room. The brunette could feel his body shaking from fear and goosebumps formed on his pale, skinny arms. This was no normal hospital. He tried to move his arms but he was completely restrained from the neck down. His wrists, ankles, thighs, neck, and torso, were all restrained with metal arches that were bolted to the bed frame. The metal restraints pressed against his warm skin turned it cool. He tried to scream for help but he was gagged, unable to speak without choking.    

"Hr-RRm!" He screamed, tears forming in his bright blue eyes. "  

  "You really must stop that. It's only going to make this more difficult." A woman appeared from the darkest corner of the room. Her body was clothed in a deep violet and red gothic dress and her lacey headpiece fluttered in the draft of the room. She walked towards him, her long nails grazing his chest as she continued to cross the room, averting the young man's attention to a small table of surgical tools. She picked up a scalpel and licked it, drawing a bit of blood. The man began to squirm in fear. Tears streamed down the side of his face and hit the floor. The woman seemed satisfied with the intensity of the scalpel and rolled the table to the space next to the man's bed. He writhed in his restraints, muffled words escaping from behind his gag. The woman picked up the same scalpel she had licked and sliced into the man's torso, creating a flap in his body. He screamed in pain as his body tensed up and his back stiffened. She ripped the flap off of his body and set it on a plate. Next, she cut into a lower spot, making sure to miss any vital organs, and played around with the newly formed hole a bit. Her hands were completely slathered in blood. She flicked the fold back and forth, enjoying the show as her patient twisted in pain. She bit into the fold, and the metallic taste of her victim's blood filled her mouth. Her face lit up with joy.   

  "MMMMMMMM!" This meat was far better than anything she had tasted prior.    "Oh I'm sorry," She said, her mouth still full, "Would you like some?"    The man thrashed as if to tell her no but she disregarded it. She pulled down his gag and he screamed.

    "HELP PLEA-"    She held down his tongue and spit the meat into his mouth. The scene was similar to that of a bird feeding its newly hatched young. He tried to spit it back out but she covered his mouth until he swallowed before gagging him once more. The taste of the flesh made him more than sick. She walked back over to her table and grabbed some gauze to cover the incisions, after all, what's the fun in it if he isn't awake? She weaved the gauze tightly around his abdomen. The man continued to thrash in his restraints. 

   "SHUT UP!" She screamed in a fit of anger. She picked up a large scalpel and ripped his gag off. Forcing his mouth open, she pulled his tongue out of his mouth and sliced it off. He screamed in agony and it was becoming difficult to see through the cloud of tears in his eyes. She threw the meaty slab across the room and it hit the wall with a splat. A trail of saliva and blood followed the tongue as it made its way down the wall before it made a wet splatting noise on the floor. The woman averted her eyes back to the man. He tried to scream but it was difficult without his tongue. His gag became saturated in the red substance pouring from his mouth. An awful stench filled the room. The woman's face tensed in disgust. The man had shit himself. Once she realized this she felt pleased. She picked up a piece of the mushy brown substance and brought it to her mouth. She slowly bit into it as the man cringed and flailed in pain. She picked up another piece, ripped off the man's gauze, and coated the wounds in it. He wailed and floundered in pain. Then, she picked up another piece and slathered it in his eyes. She picked up two metal contraptions and positioned them so that the man was unable to close his eyes. She picked up another piece of feces and placed it on the plate along with the meat. The man's eyes were slowly drying out and tears could no longer form. He frantically rolled his shit-covered eyes around in their sockets in a fragile attempt to keep them wet. "Oh, you're so cute when you're scared." The woman said, her eyes lighting up.