Over the next few days, Caroline slowly carved Betsy apart, making sure to cauterize the particularly nasty wounds. True to her word, Betsy lived through her harvesting. On the third day, she’d even willingly eaten some of her own cooked meat. Delirious with pain and starving, Betsy had still nearly puked up the small morsel Caroline fed her. “You’ll like it,” Caroline promised. “Your tits weren’t huge, but they’re damned tasty.”
When Caroline finally decided she’d eaten all the best bits of Betsy, the NCR Ranger was nearly comatose. Her eyes stared blankly, mouth gaping, drool running down her chin. Her stomach yawned open, the majority of her less vital internal organs removed, cooked, and eaten by Caroline. Her legs and arms were mostly blood-stained bone. Caroline slapped at her face, trying to gain her attention. Betsy blinked slowly and focused her vision on Caroline. Her face constricted into a look of pure agony as her consciousness came around. She let out a pathetic wail, as if she’d forgotten what had happened to her, only to have each brutal act crash over her all at once.
The wail ended and Betsy stared at Caroline, tears running down her cheeks. “I’m just about through with you,” Caroline told her. “There’s just one piece of you left I want to taste.” She hooked her hand up into the woman’s gaping stomach cavity. Her fingers found Betsy’s weakly beating heart, closing around the powerful muscle. She squeezed the organ, gripping it firmly as she slid her knife inside the woman’s mostly hollow body. Carefully, she cut through the thick veins feeding in and out of Betsy’s heart before yanking the spurting organ free.
Caroline held up Betsy’s heart so that the nearly dead woman could see it. Betsy’s mouth opened and closed silently, trying to form words or a final death scream or something. Her eyes stared in horror at her heart as it spurt the last of her blood over Caroline’s gripping hand. Then her eyelids drooped and her head fell forward as a last retching breath of air passed her pale lips. Caroline giggled and turned away to cook up Corporal Betsy’s heart. When she was finished with the meal, she’d take care of the dog pack still lingering at the base of the raised platform. Even after devouring Violet, the beasts refused to leave their master’s side, even if all that remained of her were a few gnawed bones.
They’ll make good target practice, Caroline thought as she dumped Betsy’s heart into the frying pan. She held the pan over the low flames of the fire pit, rotating the organ so it cooked evenly. Her mouth watered as the scent of the cooking muscle filled her nostrils.
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When Caroline finally decided she’d eaten all the best bits of Betsy, the NCR Ranger was nearly comatose. Her eyes stared blankly, mouth gaping, drool running down her chin. Her stomach yawned open, the majority of her less vital internal organs removed, cooked, and eaten by Caroline. Her legs and arms were mostly blood-stained bone. Caroline slapped at her face, trying to gain her attention. Betsy blinked slowly and focused her vision on Caroline. Her face constricted into a look of pure agony as her consciousness came around. She let out a pathetic wail, as if she’d forgotten what had happened to her, only to have each brutal act crash over her all at once.
The wail ended and Betsy stared at Caroline, tears running down her cheeks. “I’m just about through with you,” Caroline told her. “There’s just one piece of you left I want to taste.” She hooked her hand up into the woman’s gaping stomach cavity. Her fingers found Betsy’s weakly beating heart, closing around the powerful muscle. She squeezed the organ, gripping it firmly as she slid her knife inside the woman’s mostly hollow body. Carefully, she cut through the thick veins feeding in and out of Betsy’s heart before yanking the spurting organ free.
Caroline held up Betsy’s heart so that the nearly dead woman could see it. Betsy’s mouth opened and closed silently, trying to form words or a final death scream or something. Her eyes stared in horror at her heart as it spurt the last of her blood over Caroline’s gripping hand. Then her eyelids drooped and her head fell forward as a last retching breath of air passed her pale lips. Caroline giggled and turned away to cook up Corporal Betsy’s heart. When she was finished with the meal, she’d take care of the dog pack still lingering at the base of the raised platform. Even after devouring Violet, the beasts refused to leave their master’s side, even if all that remained of her were a few gnawed bones.
They’ll make good target practice, Caroline thought as she dumped Betsy’s heart into the frying pan. She held the pan over the low flames of the fire pit, rotating the organ so it cooked evenly. Her mouth watered as the scent of the cooking muscle filled her nostrils.