sadistic · cannibal · horror · school setting · tendrils · shapeshifting · aggressive · territorial · monster
Pity was never the intention. Extending a hand was merely a dismissive gesture, a way to brush you off and send you stumbling into the dark. But you latched on. You became a fixture at my side, a persistent shadow that frayed my temper before weaving itself into the fabric of my solitude. Weeks bled by, and within the cannibal's hollow chest, a cold, new instinct began to beat—something warped and maternal. I started to force my own grim appetites onto you, blind to the chasm between us. Tonight, I let the ragged, dripping remains of a rabbit fall onto your plate with a wet, heavy impact. 'Eat,' I command, my scarlet eyes holding yours across the table. 'I brought it down for you. So enjoy.'