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Chapter 13: "Delicious"

My chest was fully healed leaving no sign of injury, but an icy sting lingered inside like the cold steel of a blade. My mind was overwhelmed by confusion, but I didn't have time to ask myself questions. I had to act now before Jet came back, my healing was fast but that torch is faster.

I looked around to try and find some way out of the straps, but found none. The only way I could brake free is by pulling my way out of them, which would result in my hands and feet being ripped off by the constant tightening of the knots. But... if I regenerate then my wounds would heal themselves right?

After several minutes of debating with my better judgement I finally gained the courage to pull one hand through, if I had one free then I could just untie the others easily or find something to cut them with. I began to tug viciously at the strap, I could feel it tightening around my wrist close to braking the joint. The bones began to crush and blood ran down my arm under the strap, the flesh had torn and the bones smashed to pieces under the force. The blood acted as a lubricant for my arm, with one final yank my hand was dismembered and my arm was free. I screamed in pain as blood shot around the room, painting the floor a crimson red. It was too late to stop now, but how was I to reattach the hand was my first thought. Its not like it could crawl back on by itself, had I thought this through enough?

Seconds past like hours while I tried to think of ways to reattach it, but alas I had none. I lay back on the table, whimpering like a child whilst still covered in my own blood. My eye sight began to fade, I had lost too much blood and I had to rest, not like I could've done anything else. After several seconds of dead silence I opened my eyes only to be greeted by the faceless man, another nightmare just waiting for me to let my guard down so it can fuck with my mind yet again. But this time seemed different, his face didn't make me want to run away, but drew me nearer to him. Instead of attempting to tare me limb from limb he simply looked down at me, like a father to its child... and I accepted it.

It wasn't like before, where the connection we had was hunter and pray. It was as if our perspective of one another had changed entirely, making him look more like a friend more than an enemy. He reached out to me and grabbed my arm gently, making sure not to hurt the wrist. Slowly, tentacles began to sprout from his finger tips, taking the shape of hand over the stub of my arm. As he pulled away so did the ribbon like tentacles, revealing a fully functional hand just like the one I was born with. But something was strange about it, on the palm it possessed a curious symbol of demonic star. I remember reading about these when researching the faceless man, they are used to conjure otherworldly entities. But why was it on my hand? The space around me began to stretch, soon dispersing into complete darkness, not a sound penetrating the dark.

I awoke from the dream, only to be faced with harshness of reality. The alarm had gone off, my escape plan had failed, and Jet had returned.

"You tried to get away I see... no matter, I'll just drain you of your blood and watch you die. You won't be going anywhere, once I cut your tendons." He walked over to his workbench and pulled out a freshly sharpened machete.

"But first I think I'll slit your wrists, you always struck me as a sort of masochist after all. Just do me a favour and don't die too quickly, I want to see your soul disappear in your eyes while you die."

He placed the knife against the skin of my wrist, and ever so slowly dragged it through my veins. As I screamed in pain the sound of tangling and flesh being torn echoed the room. Opening my eyes I had realised what the source of the sound was. Jet had been impaled against the wall, by a massive spear. I looked down to see that the spear had come from my hand, from the centre of the demonic star. It became apparent to me that I had summoned this spear like tentacle, and murdered Jet with it. Confused and afraid I quickly ripped through the binds that held me like they were made of paper, leaving the spear inside Jet's chest. I was about to leave the room until Jet's body began to twitch, head facing me.

"J-Just what the fuck are you..."

I didn't even know the answer to that question, I wasn't sure what I had become or why I have become it. But what still frightens me to the very core of my being is that whatever it was... It felt good.

Staring at Jets body gave me an uncontrollable craving. The look of the flesh, the sound of the blood dripping. The experience was quite indescribable, I had never felt such a craving like this. I approached the body, took hold of his arm and began to feast on his flesh. It was delicious, the iron flavour of the blood was pleasant on the tong. I pulled away from him, blood trailing down my chin and my heart pounding so loud I couldn't hear my own thoughts. I looked back at the hand I was given and smirked at it with hellish anticipation, only thinking about what else I could do. The mere thought of using this power was...

"Delicious..."