Cannibalism at it's finest (Inseparable)

Chapter One, A Cup Of Joe.

The cold unwelcoming air hits my face in waves, London during winter is harsh. Every thought I have goes back to her. Her smile, her breasts, her low, slutty voice. 

It's the only thing that consumes my helpless mind. Finding comfort in my fantasies of her, her blood, her shallow breaths, her pain. But I also feel confusion, fear, in how much power I possess over her. 

And she doesn't even know it.

I slip my hand over the handle, and gently push it open, the dim light welcoming me by slamming me in the face with its warmth, like a loving embrace. Stepping inside, I close the door behind me and walk in. I made my way to the counter, but before I could place my order, I froze.

There was an eerie feeling. I slightly cocked my head to the side and caught a glimpse of a woman. Amelia Grayson, age 29, 168 cm in height, 36 Alan Grove, third floor, second door on the left, D cup size, 16 band size . 

I knew she would be here...Like she did each Sunday. I was dreading this moment for so long. To see her once more.

Quickly, I turned my head back to order, trying to ignore her presence behind me radiating onto my back. I can feel her warmth, her essence, it burns my skin, melting its way in like acid. Causing me to flush.

"I'll just have chai latte please." The lady standing before me smiles as she writes on the cup and nods me away for the next person in line, holding her forced smile.

I take a seat near her, wanting to see her closer up but not making it obvious that I am admiring her from afar, I pull out my phone. My thumbs hover over the camera icon, debating whether or not I should do it. 

Why would I need to? 

Would she find out? 

What would she think if she did? 

My mind blanks as I look up to her. Her nose, stuck in a book, sitting back in a relaxed position, one of her legs crossed over the other letting her skirt rise up her thighs. Adding to the score to capture this moment. For me. For later.

A thrill sends through me as I hunch over my phone, coffee forgotten, gazing at her beauty.

"Sebastian?" My body jolts up as my knees slightly hit the table. I look up at her, embarrassed. Her eyes staring me down as I look up at her.

"Amelia, hi!" I fumble my phone into my pocket, dropping it in the process. 

What happens next seems to be in slow motion. The clunk of the metal on the ground, Amelia peering down at it. Every thought in my mind silently begs her to ignore it. But since she is such a good person she bends down, reaching to her toes where the phone had landed, face down.

"Here." She places it gently in my hand. I try to contain my relief as I turn it over to see it is still turned on with the photo on the screen, seeing her there. She smiles down at me. She mustn't have seen the picture taken of her. Thank god.

She slowly pulls the chair out of the table and looks at me.

"Do you mind if I sit?" She says, looking at me. I clear my throat and straighten up

"Of course not. Please. Sit" I say, gesturing to her to take a seat. 

She pats down her slim skirt down onto her knees. I look up at her. Taking in her beauty. How her hair is up in a nice bun. Her bangs falling down on the sides of her face, showing her precious cheekbones. 

God it makes me jealous how I can't just have her now. 

I stare at her for a few more moments, before I could say anything, a waiter steps in front of our table holding a steaming hot mug.

"Chai Latte?" She says smiling at both of us. I quickly look up at her and nod my head awkwardly.

"Yes. That's for me, Thank you" I stumble a little on my words as the waiter places the latte in front of me. As I watch her walk away, Amelia looks at me and smiles.

"Do you like Chai Latte's?" She says, looking at me. I nod, taking a sip from the mug.

"Of course. They're my favourite" Amelia's eyebrows raise a little in interest.

"Really..? Mine too, "she said, smiling. I look at her and smile back.

"So you like this Cafe too?" she says, placing her book on the table.
"Yes. I love this Cafe" I say. She chuckles and nods in agreement. I join her and laugh.

"Yes this cafe is quite the charm of this neighbourhood" she says.

"Yeah it looks so out of places among all of the crackheads and meth houses."

She smiles at me. Little does she know of the contents of my phone. My fantasies of her, writhing in pain that gets overcome with pleasure, her beautifully twisted, her hands tearing at the sheets. Her head tilted back, as if becoming me to take a bite.

"Well, it was lovely seeing you. But I think you should focus on the chapter we were talking about in our lecture?" She tilts her head to the side, giving me a smirk. Her lumps lips, on display.

She turns away, her hips swaying as she steps out of the cafe. But an urge inside of me wants to stop her. Something in me wants to take her away, to be able to have her. We could be inseparable. 

I stay back for a few seconds.

Thinking.

Before I knew it I was walking out of the cafe as well. I was walking behind her. A few meters behind. 

fueled by an obsessive desire, watched her walk away. 

With each step she took, my thoughts became more darker and more focused on the idea of taking her away. 

I follow her at a distance, making sure to remain unnoticed. I watched her every move, My mind racing with thoughts of how I could make her My own.

I continued following her until we reached a isolated area with few people around. Seizing the moment, 

I lunged forward and grabbed.

A/N: Guess what happens next...? 🤭