HEIDI POV:
(AT BASEMENT)
"Welcome, Heidi," they said, their eyes gleaming with excitement. "We've been waiting for you."
I smiled, feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment. "Tonight, we feast," I said, my voice dripping with malice.
And so, we cooked Liam's body and sat down to a gruesome dinner.
I took a bite, savoring the taste of his flesh. "Mmm, delicious," I said, looking around the table at my cult members.
"We must do this again soon" and I saw her looking so seductive with blond hair, appealing breasts evidently elegant hands eating Liam with me as new recruit!
As we ate, I couldn't help but think about her story how she had become this way.
Martha: "It all started when I was just a child, living on the streets and struggling to survive. I had to rely on my wits and my charm to get by, and eventually, I discovered that I had a taste for human flesh."
As we finished our meal, I looked around the table at my cult members.
"We need to find new victims," I said, my eyes gleaming with excitement.
"And I have just the person in mind."
I nodded to one of my cult members, the seductive future maid of her house. "Go out and find me someone new," I said.
The next day, I welcomed a new maid into our home, a timid looking yet greatly appealing woman named Martha. I could tell she was nervous, but I just smiled and welcomed her to the family.
"Don't worry, Martha," I said, my voice dripping with sweetness.
"We're a happy family here. You'll fit right in."
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(After 2 months)
It's been two months since Martha joined their family as a hot maid but also a dear cult member of Heidi.
During the time Martha's eyes were always locked onto Noah's, and she could sense the depth of his sorrow. She knew he was struggling to cope with the loss of his brother Liam, and she wanted to be the one to comfort him.
As they spent more time together, Martha found herself developing feelings for Noah, and she could tell that he felt the same way.
One night, as they were walking through the basement, Martha took Noah's hand and pulled him close.
She could feel the tension between them, and she knew that they both wanted the same thing. Without a word, they kissed, their lips locking in a passionate embrace.
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