Death ideas

Cannibalism

"This story will include gory details and the consumption of human flesh. Please read at your discretion, and if you ever feel any form of discomfort, please cease reading my story. With that being said, please do not blame me for your discomfort."

Estela pants as she trudges through the woods, looking for something to eat. She clutches her stomach in agony when she feels a little cramp in her stomach. She looks up frantically as she hears a branch snap in the distance; she props herself up correctly using the tree next to her. She starts to run as fast as she can through the words looking for some small cave or area to take shelter. After 20 minutes of running and searching, Estela finds a big tree to stay under until someone can find her. She slows down a bit and walks over towards the trunk of the tree when she collapses from exhaustion and hunger. "I've been out here for hours; why hasn't anyone found me already," Estela whines to herself as Estela clutches her stomach tightly. "Has anyone noticed I'm missing yet, or do they just not care," she shudders at the thought and leans back on the tree's trunk, running her hand through her dirty blonde locks. Estela looks around as she observes the area to know her surroundings; Estela tries her best to calm her nerves. Estela's thoughts were interrupted by a sharp, almost stab like pain in her stomach; she loudly cries out in pain from the feeling. She curls into herself and begins to sob, crying for someone to help her. Estela starts to feel light-headed from her lack of energy. She can feel her eyes begin to close. "Please, I don't want to die. If I go to sleep, I'll die out here," Estela tries her best to keep herself awake though that attempt was far from triumphant. Estela wakes up to the sun glaring onto her face. She gets up and starts to panic, trying to get up off of the forest floor. However, she is too weak even for that small task. Estela can feel her hunger eating away at her conscience. She makes another attempt to stand, but it only makes her condition more obvious and fuels her rage even more.

Estela looks at her bruised, bloody, scuffed up legs. Estela becomes entranced at the sight of the scratches and cuts that littered her legs from all the times she fell. Estela examines the red viscous liquid that seeps from the cuts and down from her thighs to her calves. She reaches a finger out towards her dirt-filled cuts and begins to trace the gashes lightly. Estela winces from the pain, breaking the trance that Estela was just in. She quickly removes her finger from her leg; when Estela raises her hand towards her face, she sees some of her blood trickling down her finger. Her hands start to shake as Estela gets an overwhelming feeling to lick the blood from her finger.

Estela brings her finger towards her lips; Estela's lips subconsciously open to allow her the ability to taste the blood. "No!" Estela yells towards herself and yanks her hand down towards her side, frantically rubbing the blood onto her tore up clothes. Estela grabs fistfuls of her hair tightly "what the hell is wrong with me," she says in a frantic tone. She violently shoves herself off the ground and winces from the pain in her legs. Estela limps around, trying to find some food or find someone to help. Estela collapse again, and her eyes widen as she smells fresh blood. Estela looks down to see blood dripping out of her arms and legs, wetting the ground.

Estela begins to laugh lightly; much to her dismay, her laughter becomes progressively more violent and erratic. She grips her hair tightly and smiles at the sight of her torn up skin on her arms. Estela catches a glimpse of a piece of skin hanging on by a small part of a muscle. Before Estela registered what she was doing, she had already torn the amount of skin from the muscle in her trance, begun to chew on it. Estela expected it to taste bad, but it tasted weirdly delicious. She smiles lightly and swallows the piece of flesh she had in her mouth. Estela's hunger seemed to have stopped any form of logical thinking pattern she could have in this situation. Estela brought her arm up towards her mouth and began to lick every crevasse of each cut on her arm. Estela kept lapping up her sweet deep red blood, even going as far as to dig her tongue into the wound to get another taste of the precious liquid. Estela keeps this up until she finally gained the courage to bite chunks of flesh out of her arm. She sees her teeth ripping apart the muscles and veins from her arm, exposing the bloody bones underneath. Estela feels blood spurting from the punctured veins in the wound and sees more of her precious blood spilling onto the floor. Estela starts feeling light-headed from the blood loss, but she couldn't seem to bring herself to stop ripping and tearing apart her skin. With tear stain cheeks and a blood-stained mouth, Estela heard footsteps coming her way. Estela began rocking side to side with widened eyes before blacking out and falling over onto the ground. With Estela's blood dripping from her wounds, a random hiker ended up smelling her blood in the distance. In a panic, the hiker ran towards the smell and letting out a shrill scream when he came across Estela's pale corpse lying on the ground in a pool of her own blood. He noticed the gashes, cuts, dirt, and bruises that littered her legs all the way up to her face and arms. He cautiously approached her body and pulled out his phone. When he got close, he saw her tear-stained cheeks, bloody mouth, and her arm. He gagged at the sight of her arm that has littered with cuts, bite marks, and missing chunks of it. The rancid smell emanating intensely from the corpse was too much for him to handle, so he backed away and dialed the police. He frantically explained what he came across and told them where they were in the forest. He had to sit there beside Estela's corpse and stare at the sight of her body for half an hour.

When the police got there, he told them his name was Kiro Rengoku and explained how he came across Estela's dead body. The next day Kiro sat on his couch and turned on the news. While the news was on, he heard a breaking story be announced by the reporter. "Yesterday, on July 27th, 2018, a body was found in the forests of the southern part of California. The body was identified as 24-year-old Estela Adams, a young french girl who had her whole life ahead of her. Estela's body was found with multiple bruises, cuts, and chunks of skin missing from her left arm. Her body was seen by a hiker who happened to smell a blood scent in the woods. Estela's wounds on her arm are reported to be self-inflicted, with her own DNA being found in her mouth. If anyone has any information on Estela, Estela's family, or what could've happened before her death. You're urged to contact the Pasadena police department with regards to this information." Kiro looks up as Images of her body flashed through his mind; he quickly looked at the screen to see a picture of her face smiling back at him on the news report.