Slice

Chapter 6 - Scrumptious Screams

Hey Wonderful Wattpadders.... I'm back with a new chapter..... over a year later......

Oops...

Haha.... Sorry? Well, I've definitely improved... to be honest I wrote this chapter a while ago and I can hardly even believe it was me that wrote this.

Well, I'm introducing a new character I this chapter. She's pretty important so don't forget about her. c:

Well, so I guess as always...

ENJOY!! DON'T FORGET TO VOTE+COMMENT PLEASE.

(I work really hard on this and I would really really enjoy at least knowing some people enjoy it.)

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The girl sat in her large room, bored as could be. She gazed out the small open window at the large full moon and sighed. She sat quietly and listened to the faint far away screams as she did every night. She took a deep breath in through her nose and held it for as long as she could before releasing it through her mouth. She longed to be down in the streets frolicking along the road. She craved the sensation of being finally free. Finally able to be what she really was. She dreamed of the day she did not have to hide her true nature. The day she could finally quench her intolerable hunger that ate at her stomach day in and day out, that no number of gourmet meals could satisfy. The day she was free from this torture of expectation, of hunger, of the invisible chains holding her down in this large room.

This large room which had become her torture chamber. Her prison. This place which was her home. But, that residence would never be her true home. Her home was down there, in that darkened street with only the moon to light it. That darkened street that which when she walked along it, she would be enveloped in the sweet screams of the innocent prey. She sighed for the third time as she gazed at the window that mocked her, that which teased her, that reminded her of how trapped she really is, and she dreamed. She dreamed of those things that could finally satisfy her intense hunger.

She had power. Such immeasurable power that remained untapped. Untouchable. She could never truly reach her true potential. Not like this. It was as though her better self was also held back by these invisible chains. She looked at her dainty hands placed neatly in her lap. With her eyes, she traced the pattern of lines on her palms.

These hands... They do not suit me.

Her hands began to dissolve into a dark black cloud.

Her lips stretched into a wicked smile.

She felt more alive. She felt free. She felt powerful.

She was suddenly concious of everything around her. She could hear the scuttling feet of the mice inside the walls. She knew what meal that the small mouse had last, some bread crumbs and a small bit of cheese, likely stolen from the kitchen. She could hear each breath it took. She could hear it's little heart beating.

She could sense every little movement of the small ants that were working on building an ant pile in a dark corner of the corridor outside her door.

She could smell the foul breath of the man standing guard just outside her door. She could tell that he was tired. She knew that he had gone out with friends the night before and drank a more than a substantial amount of rum.

She looked around her ostentatious prison where the shadows were longer and the darkness enveloped her. The darkness was where she truly belonged. The darkness was her true home. Not this large prison decorated with a queen size mattress and far too many exotic flowers. This place where they trapped her with always enlarging expectations. This place where she was only allowed to be what they wanted her to be. Never able to show her true self. Her real form. What she truly was.

She was hungry. So hungry. She needed food. She needed fear.

They starved her here. It was a wonder that she was still alive. Her frame though slender, looked not malnourished, but in fact healthy for an average human of her age. Yet, still the hunger ravaged her innards, like a demon clawing desperately at the lavish gates of hell, and much like her inner beast obsessed with its eventual escape from its luxurious invisible chains.

She was drawn from her thoughts by a strange nostalgic scent approaching her chamber from the floor below. She listened to the stranger's steps, soft and trained, as they climbed the steps to her floor and swiftly took out the guard posted outside of the door.

The large elaborate doors to her chamber creaked open.

A shadow-like figure crept into the room. "Hey, Sis. Been a while, huh?" It said.

A long manic smile grew on the girl's face. "Yes, dear sister. It certainly has."

The girl stood from her place by the window and walked over to the figure. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

The dark shadows of the figure melded into soft skin and a toothy grin. "Well, that's the thing." It coughed nervously and turned its chin up with a sheepish grin. "I need a favor."