Seven Sins Committed

3. Greed

Dear Violetta,

I regret to inform you that I no longer plan on returning home. Pains my heart thinking about how cold your bed must be, my dear wife abandoned in a house, alone. It wasn't ever my intention, but grave changes I shan't show you have occurred. It's been three weeks of my absence, Adrienne explained to be. Please, do not mistake that I have eloped with this woman. Something happened that night of the masquerade, trying to explain would cause difficulty. However, Adrienne changed me, shaped me into something wonderful.

Power runs through me, and I can't control it. She says its the monster chained with my soul, but I believe she only says that to hide the fact, I am the monster chained with my humanity. I fear that I would hurt you if I returned home, and I don't think the duchess would enjoy me hurting you if I...got out of control. Do not fret, my love. I am quite alright, better even. Adrienne changed my eating appetite, and lets me study cadavers more than before. I spend hours in her cellars, dissecting and writing documents. She forbids me from explaining, but I often get insatiable hunger pains when I stare at people.

So, while I'm cutting open someone new, I sneak snippets of their flesh. Human flesh tastes really wonderful. I gorge and feed off the dead; Adrienne told me I'm not ready for fresh kills. I need to embrace my monster more. I've been getting wary of eating rotted flesh, I want something better. Something fresh.

Sincerely,

Brendan - I've been given a new name, Adrienne gifted me with one. I do not like it, but Adrienne seems to enjoy the fact I sound like a young boy.

I teasingly peck the thin lips of the maiden used as my experiment tonight. Tightly bound blonde curls coil around my hands, and bounce into place when I twist them free. Her dirty, peasant clothing crumpled off the floor. I ran my finger underneath one of her breasts, staring longingly.

Tools littered a bloodied, rusted tray beside the stripped bed, ready for use. Regularly cleaned, I made sure bacteria didn't grow on my utensils. Adrienne explained to me many times I will not die, but she never proved her point, so I decided being cautious was best.

Firstly, I used my scalpel, and sliced three thin lined gashes, connecting at her chest. Moist, her tanned skin folded back, ripping as I exposed her muscles. I feasted moments before, my first man, but hunger gnawed at my guts. Narrowing my eyes, I traded my tiny blade for a hammer. Raised over my head, I slammed the tool used for blacksmithing against her chest. Ribs cracked, shattered and her smooth front caved.

I dropped the hammer, and it clattered loudly against the stone. Licking my lips, I reached my hands inside her cavity. Gas rose in curls, warm blood sloshed my hands as I searched through her slimy lungs. I easily jerked her heart free, red squirted onto my face. Snorting, blood clots stuck in my nose, I held the still heart. I wished to feel the pumping, but she had been dead for two days.

Resisting was torturous, I sank my sharpened teeth, chewing a portion of main arteries. The flavor was harmonious.

Dear Violetta,

I write to you once more, even though I never send my letters. I still conceal them inside an envelope, waxed with the raven crest. I hope you are able to read them someday, perhaps when wrinkled with age. I write today, because I forgot to explain the living situations of Adrienne's home. She blessed me with allowing me of occupying her household of one.

The mansion is huge, even further is her estate. The terrain expanded further than fifty acres, enough room to hide thousands of bodies she added. Surprisingly, Adrienne has many servants, though most of them hide from her sight. I explored the quarters once, and learned all of her servants are dead. They go about chores without blinking, I checked their pulses. None of their hearts or veins pulsed. I haven't touched the iceberg of the duchess's abilities. She told me a queen can do many things, in time I would learn of what she can accomplish. I continuously ask, but she always replies I'll learn in due time. I question the same when she snipped my hair short and taught me how to contain my monster better. The doctor in me desires the knowledge, but I can't have it. Just yet.