Sapphire celestial views bore witness to a maddening dark lavish estate. Black marble stone polished to a glistening shimmer formed in the shape of a billionaire king’s palace. The palace sat deep within ardent forestry of lurid verdant foliage that spanned for miles and miles. Modern amenities decorated every corner of the palace and yet it could only be viewed as an evil lair. A place where human life was snuffed out frequently. The black house found its’ residents returning with a young human in tow. Its massive black oaken doors opened all on their own as if the house was alive.
“Welcome home little lamb” The pink haired woman chided as she tugged the young man to and fro. The woman guided him up a pair of spiraling staircases. They flowed together forming a double helix.
“I cannot wait to eat you” She poked his cheek playfully. A cat smacking around the mouse before it inevitably kills it.
“Is she really alive?” He whispered the question almost to himself.
“Yes, she is. I have said this several times. No way she is going to die for a few weeks either.”
“Why? How?” He questioned her words. He could hear her three voices convening as they escaped her lips.
“Well, my venom is flowing through her. It isn’t enough to change her, but it is enough to heal her and improve her physicality” One of the voices vanished as she spoke those words and suddenly there were two of her.
Staring down not one but two predators was a stifling experience for a poor little lamb. He could feel the terror drape over him like a suffocating veil.
“We are hungry” The two spoke in a bewitching synchronous tone. One grabbed him from behind and the other from the front. The two ushered him into a private room.
Dens are often the place where the most dangerous predators go to isolate themselves. The private room he was led into gave him the same feeling. A lion’s den with not one but two hungry lionesses. His skin growing goosebumps as the veil of fear tightened around his face and neck. Asphyxiation by fear. A novel form of death for most and yet for creatures such as these two it was nothing new.
“Let’s begin the feeding” One voice said as another bit into his arm.
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The pain of having an arm bitten into by razor sharp teeth is almost nonexistent. Pain doesn’t come from the bite which is more imperceptible. One’s sense of pain comes from the blood, skin, and sinewy viscera surrounding the wound. Pain that shoots through your body and presses on the light switch in your head.
“He is delicious” Thing two giggled though she had not taken a bite herself. The sensation she shared with thing one was unparalleled.
“Yes, I am so glad we get to eat him. My turn now. Go ahead and bite him” Thing one goaded her doppelgänger into action.
Trapped was no longer a word to describe the state of his situation but rather his very being. Trapped was the core of who he was now. If it was going to change it would be as a meal for the two predatory women who had him at their mercy.
“Don’t mind if I do” Sharp fangs ripped into his back. The sensation rivaled the wound on his arm.
“Arrrrgh” A scream barely mustered and yet released all at once.
“Hehe yes he screams” Thing one laughed as she pulled him close and urged thing two to feast further.
Bite after bite. His back had become riddled in cavernous flesh wounds. Screams increasing in intensity for each one he received. Animal cruelty is a term many know well. Inhumane is another synonymous term. The two words had merged and become the only way to describe what these women were doing to him.
“My turn my turn” Thing two gleefully leapt up and down as thing one obliged and began recreating the horrid scene of his back and mirroring it upon his chest.
“ARRGH Please stop!!” The young man begged for the torture to end.
“No” A third and more sultry voice spoke.
The owner of the voice began to separate from the original (thing one) as the doppelgänger (thing two) once did. She smiled at him. Lording over her prey she quickly took a bite out of his shoulder as she cupped her hand over his lips.
“Yes. He is truly a delectable morsel” She cooed as she savored the taste.
“Yes, he does taste ever so sweeter with every bite” Spoke thing one as she smiled savoring the taste that flooded her mouth.
“Oh, my he really does” Chimed thing two.
The three monstrous women continued to gnaw and snack on the young man’s flesh. In the end he resembled the leftovers of a meal that a cackle of hyenas had just finished. A body of bones with small bits of meat attached. A ghastly site. A desiccated corpse that was just barely alive. The human body pushed to its limits. A mind stretched to the point of breaking. This young man was a string ready to snap. The women didn’t care as they began to take more chunks out of him. DMT is a chemical the brain is flooded with when one is dying. The moment of death the brain is every single box of fireworks illegally gathered on 4th of July set off all at once. The earliest of memories of his life rolled across his eyes. A compressed movie reel began to roll. The firsts most are lucky to experience. First kiss, behind a fast-food restaurant after barely escaping a pack of vicious dogs. First love, a French boy for whom gender was as fluid as water. First heartbreak, a fiery redhead named Sasha Reid slapped him across the face for sleeping with her sister. First pet, a small mutt named Rowdy, who was as wild as he was cute. The loss of his virginity, for some a special occasion but for others it was like learning to ride a bike. You will fall and get hurt quite a lot at first. Firsts empty themselves out of the brain once death grows closer and closer. The things you wished to do but never did begin to weigh on you. Death’s door began to creak open. The mind had done its job and alleviated all the pain. He welcomed the cold specter that walked through the door as his heart began to fail. Each bite out of his remaining flesh slowed his heart. The sweet release of death cradled him gently.