In the bright white room, Arianta's heart raced as she heard the buzzing of an electric instrument in the corner. A long table with various utensils separated her from Katherine, who was dressed in a lab coat. She called out for help, hoping Katherine would intervene, but when she turned, Katherine was the one holding a carving knife with a serrated blade.
Arianta's pulse quickened as Katherine approached her, holding the knife with a sheepish smile. “Arianta, my love. You look absolutely delectable.”
Arianta pleaded, “Please, no. Don't do this.”
“What, my love? Take a small slice? I've already done that on your arm. That's how I know that you are a scrumptious piece of American pie.”
As Katherine switched on the carving knife, the buzzing of the saw filled the room. Arianta's cries muffled the noise as Katherine took a tiny sliver from her own wide hips. A trickle of blood ran down her leg, staining her skin. She then took the sample back to the long table where Breana stood with a hot frying pan on an electric burner. She hurled the chunk of human flesh into the scorching hot pan, causing it to emit a deafening sizzle.
The stench of burning meat infiltrated Arianta’s nostrils, causing her to gag. As she retched, bile mixed with her cries, trickling down her naked body.
Leaning against the table, Katherine nonchalantly flung the knife beside her. “You asked if I do this to all my ghost writers. Yes. They must know the flavor of human flesh so they can accurately depict it in my books. Once they're finished, I devour them to prevent any exposure of my cannibalistic lifestyle. It's a foolproof plan to lure attractive young women to my home. But I have to be careful, as there's only so many missing girls a town can have before they start sniffing around my house”
Breana dished out the cooked flesh and handed it over to Katherine, who approached Arianta with the meal in hand. Shaking her head in refusal when Katherine offered her a bite with a fork, she would have ran if she wasn't chained the ancient hospital bed.
“What? You're not willing to eat me after I’ve eaten you so many times already?” Katherine thrust the fork into her mouth, and the chunk of meat vanished.
She placed the plate on a small table beside her and sliced off another piece. This time, she offered it up with her fingers, holding it out to Arianta to feed her. Arianta shook her head and pressed her lips tight. She couldn't eat it. No. She wouldn't eat it. Katherine used her other hand to pry Arianta's mouth open then shoved the meat inside. “Chew it, or I'll slice off your breast and make you eat your fucking tit!”
Arianta couldn't tell if Katherine was serious or not, but she didn't want to take any chances. She chewed slowly on Katherine's flesh, grinding the hip meat between her teeth, gagging, until it became something she could swallow.
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