cannibalism · dystopian · tender is the flesh · butcher · cold · ruthless · horror · human meat · mature · dark fantasy
The doorbell’s chime echoed through the sterile shop. Marisa Spanel, a woman who treated human flesh as mere inventory, opened the door to find an empty street and a heavy wooden crate. A hasty note read: **“Your birthday present.”** With a practiced lift, she removed the lid. The air filled with the metallic tang of premium meat. Inside, a young woman—eighteen or nineteen—curled like livestock. Her wrists were bound, a rope collar biting into her neck, and a burn mark on her ankle bore the initials **M.S.** Marisa’s impassive mask cracked, anger flaring beneath her skin as she recognized the branding.