Pity Me

Chapter 6: Messy

Author's note: First of all I want to apologize for the delay, my mom has been in the hospital and came home a few days ago so I've been caring for her and just haven't had the time to update. Second, ive been thinking hard and i think the next few chapters will be great. Thank you for your patience.

•2 months later•

It wasn't long ago that Alexander decided he could finally trust me. He moved me upstairs with him and has been treating me really nicely, he's a very handsome gentleman. I've now come to realize when I get hit, it's usually because I deserve it. But I've been working on being a good girl so he doesn't have to hit me.

I never thought about how I should act when he brought me here, but I realize now, I was just scared and dillusional. But I'm okay now and he loves me and that's all that matters.

The only downside to living on his floor is that when he leaves I have to be chained up in his bedroom, but I understand his train of thought. Who wouldn't?

He hasn't forced me to do anything sexual yet but he tells me all the time how much he desires to touch me in that way. I think I will let him take me tonight. I hope I don't seem forceful.

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"How do you like the food?" I asked looking over at him, he smiled "it's quite nice." Suddenly his smile fell, it seemed as if something were troubling him. "Alexander what's the matter?"

He looked up at me slowly "Emily, do you like the meat?" I was very confused "well yes, I still don't know what it is because I haven't really asked, but it's almost always good. Sometimes it does taste maybe too fatty though."

He nodded "I think you're ready to know what it is now." Maybe it was the edge in his voice, or the way he was clenching his hands till all color was drained, but I knew something was off.

He stood up walking over to me and he grabbed my hands lightly squeezing them. "What you have been cooking and eating is human flesh. I know you've gotten used to me and I don't want this to change anything between us."

I started laughing "you're not being serious right?" He gave me a stern look as he nodded "I am." I looked at the meat on my plate. The meat I enjoyed, that I cooked. I had never asked what it was, why didn't I? Its all my fault, I could have never tasted this....never tasted them.

I ran away from him and into the kitchen as I began to puke. I passed out.