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How is it, to know someone.
For my guts to be dissected, bit by bit to the point of exposure.
Observe the mahogany color, one my eyes limits to see, staining my skin only to leave a faded crimson red.
The subtle pulse of my veins indicating my consciousness, as it slowly slips away.
The thought is both something I deeply desire, and absolutely dread.
Such vulnerable state, is far too easy, to take advantage. But even then,
the feeling of being weak to command, kill for you,
and my dear please hold my blood stained hand.
The idea is something I ravish.
Oh to be known, given that much care, to discover your raw self, instead of the well baked one.
Eat me raw.
No matter the bones likely to choke you. No matter the fresh wounds caused by the hunt, no matter my still, beating, heart.
Serve me as I am. Let the blood be my natural seasoning.
The desire so taboo, ever so tempting, teasing me. Despite the awareness
of it all ending with me devoured.
Who's deserving of such a meal?
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A detective's journal
FanfictionTake a peak of detective's (ink sans) everyday life, from recent events.. to past experiences 👀 bits and clues of his traits, mindset, and relationships. Enjoy!
