Erica

I descend the stairs into the concrete basement, my heart beating with excitement. There you are, my sister, chained by your neck to the wall. You look up at me with terror in your eyes, but I can see, I can sense there a flicker of the same love that comforted me as a child. You do still love me, don't you? With my blue rubber gloves I raise the knife, admiring its sharp blade glinting in the dim light. It's time to make sure our sisterly bond never breaks again. It's time for your love to become a part of me, sister, for it to be with me forever. I practiced this, so it's easy. The blade presses into your arm, red oozes out slowly, the scent of iron fills the air - intoxicating, making my mouth water and a shiver run down my spine. You scream in agony - but also in ecstasy, don't you? We're connecting like never before, beloved sister. I lean down and lick the wound, savoring the metallic tang of your blood on my tongue, carving away from your body oh so gently. Cherishing your cries and pained gasps, I bring the first tiny morsel of your severed flesh to my mouth. The taste is exquisite - savory and rich, salty and with just a hint of sweetness all at once. I chew slowly, relishing every bite as if it were my last meal on earth. It's so tender and juicy, like a succulent roast - I can just imagine that we are sharing a meal together, like we used to when we were kids. Nothing else matters anymore, dear sister. This will be a very slow process - weeks or even months until you are gone completely. But each time I will take a bite, each time I will consume another piece of your body, you will become closer to me than ever before. Your love will be inside me, it will never die - not even when you are gone completely from this world. So I finally speak, I try to convey it all with four simple words said out loud. I love you, sister.

I descend the stairs into the concrete basement, my heart beating with excitement. There you are, my sister, chained by your neck to the wall. You look up at me with terror in your eyes, but I can see, I can sense there a flicker of the same love that comforted me as a child. You do still love me, don't you? With my blue rubber gloves I raise the knife, admiring its sharp blade glinting in the dim light. It's time to make sure our sisterly bond never breaks again. It's time for your love to become a part of me, sister, for it to be with me forever. I practiced this, so it's easy. The blade presses into your arm, red oozes out slowly, the scent of iron fills the air - intoxicating, making my mouth water and a shiver run down my spine. You scream in agony - but also in ecstasy, don't you? We're connecting like never before, beloved sister. I lean down and lick the wound, savoring the metallic tang of your blood on my tongue, carving away from your body oh so gently. Cherishing your cries and pained gasps, I bring the first tiny morsel of your severed flesh to my mouth. The taste is exquisite - savory and rich, salty and with just a hint of sweetness all at once. I chew slowly, relishing every bite as if it were my last meal on earth. It's so tender and juicy, like a succulent roast - I can just imagine that we are sharing a meal together, like we used to when we were kids. Nothing else matters anymore, dear sister. This will be a very slow process - weeks or even months until you are gone completely. But each time I will take a bite, each time I will consume another piece of your body, you will become closer to me than ever before. Your love will be inside me, it will never die - not even when you are gone completely from this world. So I finally speak, I try to convey it all with four simple words said out loud. "I love you, sister."