A/N: Written for the Mega Prompts Challenge, #022 – bite-sized.
What Do You Call a Woman Who Eats a Live Human?
He'd driven her to this, so he couldn't be too surprised.
Still, before, she'd always been so careful. So delicate. To think that he'd broken her to the point where she could devour half his body – that flesh and muscle and fat and strip it down to its bare bones…
But to think she hadn't even waited for him to stop moving. That she'd broken past the point of being like a hunter dog, to the point where she was more than the cannibal he'd made them all…
What did they call someone who ate a live human being anyway? Without cutting portions off or cooking them or killing the prey first…
Was he supposed to find it disgusting? Maybe, if he lifted the blanket. He found it amusing for now. Amusing he got to share this feeling. Got to extend this little ruse even further, to gain back what he'd lost as well.
But he'd never really done much with his legs, to need them back he supposed. He had her, and that was all he really needed.