Starved Beast

"So eat the meat. Eat it now. Eat it because it'll make you stronger and because I say that you must."

"Monsieur! It's wrong!"

I stroked the inside of her thighs, and then the outside, and then across to the small of her back. "Eat it, Christine. Don't think about where it came from or what part of the body, just eat it. I command you!"

She wept and said that I was wicked, but then, once this emotion was released, she fluttered her eyes at me, and snuggled closer, her head lowered, and she began to eat. She did it slowly at first, but then once she'd discovered that the taste wasn't so bad, she ate ravenously, until there was nothing left.

Only then did I tell her that it had come from a dead rat and not from a dead lady.

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