Sara had never felt so sick in her life. She was 3 months along in her pregnancy and the morning sickness, instead of improving was only getting worse. And the cravings were horrible! She found herself craving the strangest things. Yesterday she had eaten a whole tub of lard. She didn't think she would ever get all the grease off of her teeth. That night when Michael kissed her, he had pulled away making a face. She laughed now remembering the look on his face.
She suddenly felt herself craving a bowl of rice krispies and coke so she made her way into the kitchen to fill a bowl.

When Michael arrived home from work, Sara was no where to be found.
He thought he remembered her saying she would be home that night, so when she didn't answer her cell phone he began to worry. He searched the entire house looking for her and then made his way out to the backyard.

What he saw out there curled all 8 of his toes.
Sara was sitting naked in front of the dog house eating the family pet. He watched in horror as she brought up what could only be Tattoo the dog's small intestine. Michael felt his gorge rise as she stuffed it in her gore covered mouth and began to chew. He looked around the backyard at the carnage and barely made it to a bush before losing his lunch. "Sara", he said calmly as he approached her. "Put down the dog". Sara glanced up at him and snarled. As Michael walked towards her Sara dropped the dog. She then eased herself in to a crouching position. She was snarling and spitting as he came towards her. The genius in Michael told him he shouldn't get any closer to his wife, but the love he felt for her clouded his pretty head. "Sara" he said gently holding up his hand as he continued to approach. "It's going to be ok. I'm going to get you some help". But when she stood up and charged at him, he screamed. "Sara! No"! He had barely stepped aside when she barreled passed him. She ran into a bush and went down.

Michael rushed to her, and seeing that she was unconscious, he scooped her up and carried her to the bedroom, where he laid her down on the bed. He pulled the comforter over her blood covered naked body, and stood watching her worriedly as she moaned and grunted. But then she began talking in a voice that sounded like a stoned munchkin, and started tossing her head back and forth. Suddenly Sara stopped and just as Michael was about to call an ambulance, she opened her eyes. "Michael"? She said in confusion. "What happened"? And then turning her head to the side, she coughed up a lump of dog fur.

Michael covered his mouth at the sight of the dog fur trying not to think of the cute, cuddly Tattoo. He had given Tattoo to Sara on their first wedding anniversary. He pushed the memory away and tried to concentrate on the bloody woman he called his wife. Sara began to sit up and Michael felt himself involuntarily take a few steps back from her. She was looking at him with a dazed and confused expression on her face. Michael told himself maybe she had just inhaled too many cleaning supplies that day. But he knew that wasn't a likely cause for munching fur, among other things. Sara looked at her arms in horror. As her eyes surveyed her blood soaked appearance she began to scream. Michael rushed to her and taking her in to his arms he began to rock her. He was trying to calm her down. She was blubbering incoherently about the blood and gore covering her when Michael felt her stiffen in his arms.

Sara began to arch her back in a sexual manner pressing her chest into Michael's. Michael whimpered as she began to nibble lightly on his neck. "Sara"? He whined worriedly. She growled a feral growl and pulled his mouth down onto her blood covered lips. Michael gagged at the taste of blood from her invading tongue. He pulled back from her and she barely missed his pretty face as her snapping teeth reached out to bite him.
He stumbled off the bed and onto the floor and scooted away from the bed to get away from her. He found himself wishing he had a tattoo to get him out of this one, or at least three years to think of a plan. When his back hit the wall he pushed himself up to a standing position. Sara was crouched on the bed, her eyes glowing red and then turning to green like the freakin' Christmas display from hell. She was staring at him like she wanted to eat him. Michael thinking of poor Tattoo's fate, decided to make a run for it.

Michael ran through the house with Sara on his heels. She was screaming, "Why did you lie to me, Michael? I left the door unlocked, what else do you want from me? Is this real enough for you, Michael? Is THIS REAL, MICHAEL"!?!?! She was chasing him with her arms out stretched. He felt her swipe at him as he went down the stairs. He could almost feel her hot breath on his neck. She had lost it. He was wondering if she had a secret stash of morphine he could shoot her up with to calm her down. He ran into the kitchen with her still on his heels. She chased him around the island in the middle. They went round and round. On the second lap around Sara reached and grabbed a huge knife. And brandishing it with a new fervor, she increased her speed.

Michael increased his own speed to keep out of the way of the knife she was swinging at him. She was crying now saying she was so sorry. So very sorry about all of this. "It's the baby Michael, the baby is making me do this"! She screamed as she chased him. "Sara", he said all out of breath in his sexy voice. "Please stop this. Please, just put down the knife and I'll get some help for you", he pleaded. Sara, tired of chasing him, jumped onto the island and stood hovering over Michael. "Why do you have to be so pretty"? She sneered breathlessly. "Why do you have to be so smart? Why--do--you--have--to--push--my--buttons"?!?!?! And then with a primal scream, she leapt at him, knife swinging.

Michael grabbed Sara and somehow managed to dodge the knife at the same time. Easing her to the floor he grabbed her wrist and squeezed it making her drop the knife. It dropped to the floor, landing on Michael's foot, severing his 2 remaining toes. He screamed in pain and threw her over his shoulder like a caveman. Limping now, he made his way to the closet in the hall by the front door. He eased her down to the floor, and opening the door, he shoved her in and shut it with a bang. He then slid down with his back against the door and began to examine his foot.

Michael put his hands over his ears to drown out the sounds of Sara's wailing. She had tried pounding on the door, and kicking it and when that failed she had started begging him. Now she wailed. Michael
looked down at his severed toes and pulling his shirt over his head he ripped a crude bandage from it. He looked down at his tattooed covered chest wondering how everything had come to this. When Sara forgave him it had been the happiest day in his life, well other than the day she agreed to marry him. He flinched as he wrapped his foot in the shirt. Then, telling himself that he would find a way to help Sara, he pulled himself to his feet. "Michael"? Said Sara her voice muffled and weak. "I don't feel so well. I think I'm bleeding, I think I might be losing the baby"! She said beginning to sound panicked. "Please, Michael, let me out"!