A/N: This is my first time publishing a recent horror story. Also this is written by the girl person who is writing in this account. The My Princess story is written by the guy who is using this account (we are childhood friends and didn't want to make two different accounts; we are really lazy)
The moment I tasted his flesh, I realized what I've done. His blood was dripping from his heart as I held it in my hand. It was beating and pulsing just moments before. Looking at the blood I realized I still had the piece of flesh in my mouth, slowly I swallowed it. Tasting his blood and flesh I realized I wanted more, as wrong as what I'm doing, it just felt so good. The taste transfixes me. I want…. No, I need more, much more. To taste more of the blood and the flesh, of a person. Rather the blood and flesh of a human being. I cannot consider myself a person of the mental abilities if I am eating another. No one ever in the right mind would even think for a second I am a un-ill.
As I ramble off in my thoughts, I remembered I still held the heart, and I've just ate some flesh might as well his very life source. The very part that lets any living being be alive in a sense. My bite into his heart felt off as I've never ate one before. Blood was pouring out of it like when one squeezes a sponge. It went drip, drop, drip, drop, as it descended down my corner of my mouth, down to my chin, and to the floor below. This was no ceremony, not a ritual, just my new hunger for the human race itself.
Most would consider this a sin, a devil's act, but some who are like me will have another answer, another retort. Mine is pure curiosity. Yet for being who I am, I'm hated for, when all my life people kept telling to be myself! And now I am, and being so I am deemed monster. But what am I doing think so much and getting angry for. I really should just finish my "meal"…
POLICE REPORT XX/XX/20XX
I just saw the most sickening thing. At the scene of the crime, blood was everywhere on the floor, and so were bits of brain and cut flesh. The victim was so devoured; we couldn't even look at the face long. His heart was torn out; the entire front of the poor Mr._ was cut open. Parts of his body were missing, most likely inside his killer. I am so mortified that I which not to re-call the details of the scene. Our investigation has been put to an end due to the trail becoming cold. Whoever the killer is, I hope he or she isn't a serial killer.
A/N: Well that is it folks. Rate and or review please, thank you! This might end into a series mixed together. Tell me what you think!
-Katsuki (my personal pen name)