Secrets of Wisteria
I, well
I was a victim
Of a man whose intentions, back then, were unknown
How dis I became a victim you may ask
Well, you could blame my innocence or me being naive
Or simply because I was young.
In our first encounter I already took him as family.
So young was I, to kiss him in the cheek...
An innocent gesture led into something... not so innocent
I never thought so much about it.
But then one day he invited me to a birthday party.
His nephews birthday party!
I wore my most decent dress for that occasion
Oh how trusting my family and I were to believe him!
I remember clearly that day when He took me to a strange place, a house surrounded with beautiful wisterias.
No one else there.
It was old and abandoned.
No one else was there.
I was frightened at first. But I trusted him. Pfft trust. He told me that everyone was running late And told me to behave as he went upstairs to get something.
As the good girl I was I complied and waited for minutes, and minutes, and minutes until I got bored and decided to follow him to his room.
A DESPICABLE WRONG MOVE.
HE WAS NAKED. HE. WAS. NAKED. I SAW THE ABYSS BETWEEN HIS LEGS.
IT WAS TERRIFYING.... TERRIFINGLY SMALL...
That's when I realized his intentions. I caught his eye and I started to tremble with fear. I managed to run, but he caught up to me. grabbed me by the arm
And wringed his mighty hand around my neck.
HE CHOKED ME TO DEATH.
The moment I couldn't breathe any longer, I closed my eyes
And that was the end of me.
BUT I WAS AWARE
MY VENGEFUL SOUL WAS AWARE the horrors he did to my earthly shell
HE CUT ME TO SMALL PIECES. AND TOOK MY FLESH TO HIS ROOM.
COOKED IT AND EAT IT.
"How sweet and tender" The mockery he placed upon my flesh. As he roasted it in the oven.
It took him nine days to finish my whole body.
He even had the nerve to bury my bones as a sign of "respect".
The most awful thing is, he sent a letter. A letter to my family, to my dear family
A LETTER ABOUT MY DEMISE. MY DEATH.
MY DEATH.
Was he satisfied?
He escaped... but karma immediately got him.
I'll never know what I would feel to see his execution personally.
Will I be happy?
Will I too be satisfied?
Will I finally rest in peace?
Sweet Gracie, can you finally rest in peace?
