Don't Open the Red Jar
Under the pale moonlight, the huge jar was dark red, bordering on black.
I opened the jar with practiced ease. A rich, sweet smell assaulted my nose. Expressionlessly, I shoved the hook deep inside.
Two white, wax-like figures that were tangled together surfaced. With the blade in my hand, I sliced off a small piece of meat.
After sealing the jar back up, I took the meat to the kitchen.
I rolled up my pant leg, and a pale, human face emerged on my calf.
The face spoke. "Sis."
I merely hummed in response before feeding the meat into her mouth.
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