Cass’s only response was to sob harder, squeezing her eyes shut and shaking her head from side to side. Caroline pouted. “Well, I think you might be biased. Maybe I should give it a taste for myself.” She hacked through Cass’s ring finger and held it up to her mouth. She sucked on the digit, tonging the bloody end before sucking it the rest of the way into her mouth. She chewed the flesh from the small bones, spitting each one into Cass’s face as she finished.
Swallowing down the small bit of Cass’s flesh she’d managed to liberate from her finger, Caroline giggled. “See, I think it tastes great. It’s the fear that really gives the meat a real kick. Although, I do admit it is a bit of an acquired taste. How about some more?”
“Please,” Cass gasped. “No more. Please, just stop.”
“Where’s the fun in that?” Caroline asked bluntly. She didn’t wait for an answer. Instead she scooted down so she had access to Cass’s legs. She cut deeply into the inside of her right thigh, carving off a thin strip of flesh. She crawled her way back up to Cass’s red, tear-covered face and offered her the flesh. Cass clamped her mouth shut and tried to turn her head away.
Caroline sneered at her uncooperative plaything. “Not hungry, huh?” she muttered, plopping the strip of Cass’s flesh into her mouth and chewing noisily. “Y’know, you can’t live off of nothing but whiskey,” she said through a mouthful of human flesh. She swallowed it down, savoring the flavor. She let out a laugh. “Not that it really matters now. You won’t be doing much living at all once I’m through with you.”
“Why are you doing this?” Cass moaned as Caroline cut off another strip of her flesh, this time from her arm.
Caroline sat on top of her victim, chewing thoughtfully on the bit of meat she’d cut free. “Good question,” she said. “I’ve thought about it. This isn’t just some spur of the moment thing. I want you to know that. I don’t just kill every random stranger I run across. Too high profile. You’re special. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.” She finished the bit of arm meat and let out a soft burp. “And damn delicious. Shit, a girl could put on the pounds dining on the exquisite cuisine that is you.” She went back for seconds of Cass’s arm.
“Please,” Cass continued to plead. “If you’re gonna kill me, just fucking kill me. Stop torturing me.”
“But see, the torturing is the best part,” Caroline explained. “If I just came in here, stuck my knife in your eye, and watched your corpse shudder on the floor for a bit… well, alright, that would be pretty fucking sexy. But it wouldn’t last very long. Thirty seconds… a few minutes at most… and you’d just be all limp and dead. I could cut on you all I wanted and you wouldn’t make a peep. Do you have any idea how boring it is to have a conversation with a knife?”
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Swallowing down the small bit of Cass’s flesh she’d managed to liberate from her finger, Caroline giggled. “See, I think it tastes great. It’s the fear that really gives the meat a real kick. Although, I do admit it is a bit of an acquired taste. How about some more?”
“Please,” Cass gasped. “No more. Please, just stop.”
“Where’s the fun in that?” Caroline asked bluntly. She didn’t wait for an answer. Instead she scooted down so she had access to Cass’s legs. She cut deeply into the inside of her right thigh, carving off a thin strip of flesh. She crawled her way back up to Cass’s red, tear-covered face and offered her the flesh. Cass clamped her mouth shut and tried to turn her head away.
Caroline sneered at her uncooperative plaything. “Not hungry, huh?” she muttered, plopping the strip of Cass’s flesh into her mouth and chewing noisily. “Y’know, you can’t live off of nothing but whiskey,” she said through a mouthful of human flesh. She swallowed it down, savoring the flavor. She let out a laugh. “Not that it really matters now. You won’t be doing much living at all once I’m through with you.”
“Why are you doing this?” Cass moaned as Caroline cut off another strip of her flesh, this time from her arm.
Caroline sat on top of her victim, chewing thoughtfully on the bit of meat she’d cut free. “Good question,” she said. “I’ve thought about it. This isn’t just some spur of the moment thing. I want you to know that. I don’t just kill every random stranger I run across. Too high profile. You’re special. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.” She finished the bit of arm meat and let out a soft burp. “And damn delicious. Shit, a girl could put on the pounds dining on the exquisite cuisine that is you.” She went back for seconds of Cass’s arm.
“Please,” Cass continued to plead. “If you’re gonna kill me, just fucking kill me. Stop torturing me.”
“But see, the torturing is the best part,” Caroline explained. “If I just came in here, stuck my knife in your eye, and watched your corpse shudder on the floor for a bit… well, alright, that would be pretty fucking sexy. But it wouldn’t last very long. Thirty seconds… a few minutes at most… and you’d just be all limp and dead. I could cut on you all I wanted and you wouldn’t make a peep. Do you have any idea how boring it is to have a conversation with a knife?”