Cannibalistic Desire

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: House of Ghosts
There was no remorse. There was no regret. In all actuality, she’d do it again in a heartbeat.The cannibal was free from it’s chains, and Miacha had the desire to let the beast roam again.

- Entry for Obscure's 'The Obscure' Horror Contest. -

Submitted: May 16, 2016

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Read with caution. Graphic content.

 

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“Your blood, and the sound of it pumping through your veins creates a desire for it’s delicious taste that I just can’t seem to shake off.

 

I want to taste you.

 

Every inch.

 

Every goddamn part of your anatomy beneath my fingertips.

 

 

Between my teeth.

 

 

On the tip of my tongue.

 

 

Those words…

 

They repeated within Miacha’s psychotic mind as she sank her naked body into the hot water; hands gripping either side of that white, porcelain tub that was smack in the middle of her bathroom. Steam swirled into the air; creating a mist that fogged up the mirror that reflected her lithe body as it sank into the depths of the water that began to fade from a clear color, to a dark crimson red.

 

Blood.

 

It left stains on the tiled floor. Hand prints were painted along the beige walls as she stumbled her way into the dimly lit bathroom. It dripped from the edge of the sink; creating a puddle beside her blood-soaked clothes. Every step left a trail that led towards the very tub that her frame sank into. The crimson liquid dripped from her fingertips, and the brushing of her hands along the edge of the tub created a clash of red and white.

 

A heavy sigh of content escaped Miacha’s bloodied lips as she rested back against the tub; blood coating the inner walls from her movements, and touch. With a flick of her tongue over her lips, the cannibal grinned devilishly.

 

That metallic taste…

 

So delicious that her taste buds begin to dance along her tongue.

 

Her stomach fluttered with glee.

 

Tonight was a night of celebrations. The first night her desires have been acted upon. Miacha could still hear the screams piercing her ear drums from the events of the night.

 

 

“Don’t scream, my darling. The more you panic, the more you’ll suffer.” Her words were followed by her lips brushing along the woman’s neck; leaving a trail of blood along her olive complexion. Just that sight. It was enough to stir an arousal within Miacha’s core. “Be good, now. You don’t want to wake your child.” The little boy was asleep in the bedroom downstairs; curled beneath blankets that would only act as his sanctuary until her job with the mother was done.

 

Don’t t-touch my little boy,” the woman choked past the sobs that rattled through her body. It was the only movement that the woman could manage to do, as she was tied down to her bed; wrists and ankles bound with tight knots, and tied to the posts of the frame. “Please.”

 

Her pleads erupted something within Miacha; that corrupted smile of hers taking over her freckled features. “No promises, my love.”

 

Every minute that passed by only alleviated Miacha’s desires. She couldn’t resist it; couldn’t hold back any longer. Her teeth sank into the woman’s neck; breaking through the skin, and tearing into the artery vein that brushed against the tip of her tongue. One hand was clamped over the woman’s mouth; muffling those cries of help with a dirty sock that had been found within her husband’s laundry basket.

 

What a scene he would walk in on after his trip.

 

The sound of teeth chewing on chunky flesh could be heard as the cannibal ate her dinner. By now, the woman was dead; her body limp upon the mattress, which was stained with blood. Miacha didn’t stop. Every part of the woman’s body had been tasted; a chunk of flesh ripped from her anatomy. Bone, tendons, flesh, muscle; it was all exposed for the cannibal to see. Her fingers dipped into the wounds; pulling apart what she could, and slurping on every piece of meat that was torn from the inside of the woman.

 

Next was her favorite part. The part Miacha has been waiting for.

 

Next to her was a saw-blade; the edge sharp enough to cut through the thickness of a tree’s trunk, and used to slice through the woman’s very abdomen. Blood splurted out; coating the cannibal’s face, and dripping from her midnight-dark hair as she pushed and pulled to cut through the woman’s stomach, and straight through to the end.

 

A breathless laugh escaped her lips; laced with a deadly sound that could only be portrayed as an evil laugh that most could depict from a movie. As cliche as that sounded. Her hands - now free from the weapon - tore into the abdomen. Guts carelessly thrown to the side. Those ribs ripped from the inside, and chowed down on like a starved animal in the wilderness. Her chest cavity had been torn into with sharp nails.

 

The cannibal didn’t rest until every delicious part of the woman’s body had been tasted.

 

 

Just the memory of the horrific scene made Miacha snicker as a hand lifted; fingertips brushing over her bottom lip. Feeling something between her two top teeth, her lips parted; a long fingernail now digging in, and pulling back to reveal what was the flesh of the little boy on the tip of her nail.

 

 

He had been her next victim. A dessert, of sorts.

 

Miacha approached his bedroom door with determination, and a hunger that still consumed her. A bloodied hand pushed it open; revealing the five-foot cannibal whom was covered head to toe in his mother’s blood; the light of the moonlight peeking in through the blinds dancing over her petite frame.

 

There was no hesitation. Within her hand was that saw; chunks of flesh, and intestine stuck within the sharp edge of the blade. Her barefeet left a trail behind her as Miacha stalked over towards that car-bed. Upon it laid the eight year old boy, who’s worst nightmare has come true.

 

All he saw was the silhouette of a bloodied woman with a smile upon her face before the saw was lifted into the air - above her head - and swiftly brought down on his body; splitting him into two with little effort.

 

She continued the action; chopping the boy into pieces as the sound of bones crunching, flesh parting, and blood splattering on the walls rang in her ears.

 

 

There was no remorse. There was no regret. In all actuality, she’d do it again in a heartbeat.

 

The cannibal was free from it’s chains, and Miacha had the desire to let the beast roam again.

 

Though, patience was key. She’d study her next victim. Watch their every move. Become aware of their everyday lives, and the things that make them tick. It got her off once she knew they got a small inkling of them being preyed upon.


Then, when they least expect it, they would become her latest meal.

 

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Word Count: 1,121

 

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