Morsel: An Erotic Horror Novel by Audrey Rush

Author:Audrey Rush [Rush, Audrey]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Part Two

Tongue

Chapter 19

You never really hear about the aftermath of cannibalism. Everyone is so obsessed with the actual eating that no one thinks about the practicality of it. And when your crazy girlfriend breaks into your home to surprise you with a devotional gift in which she literally removes a part of herself, no one thinks about the fact your house is now covered in blood, or it’s going to take hours cleaning up the stains, or she probably won’t stay to help you clean up.

No, you don’t think about that.

You think about coming home from work.

You think about eating more of her.

You think about savoring every bite.

And that’s where my head is at—exhausted and dazed—when I arrive at the processing plant. The supervisor stands outside of my locker, his head bowed.

“What?” I ask.

He pushes his glasses up his nose. “Look, Kent,” he says quietly. “You’re a good kid, but we caught you stealing on camera, and with your missed shifts lately, we just⁠—”

I grit my teeth. We both know where this is going.

“You’re firing me,” I say.

The supervisor pats my shoulder. “I don’t want to do this to you, but the other option is reporting you to law enforcement. I convinced the big boss that we should just fire you, and let that be it.” His head bobs toward the locker. “You can clean up, then I’m afraid I have to walk you out. I told security I wanted to do it. You’re a good kid, Kent. You deserve that much.”

The way he calls me “a good kid” leaves a bad taste in my mouth. I’m thirty years old, and yet it’s like the supervisor, Mona, Artemis, and everyone else in this world think they can look down on me.

I clear my locker, then we exit the building. The supervisor stays at the back entrance and watches me.

I pull out of the parking lot and take the van back to the fields. I don’t have a job, but I don’t care, because I have Mona now. For the first time, I’ve consumed human flesh consensually, and it’s so fucking good. My mother, my boss, and everyone else rejected me, but Mona? She gave her fingertips to me.

Mona is everything.

In the mobile home, I clean the blood stains for hours. I become so physically drained that even the dried blood on the kitchen counter seems appetizing. I drag my tongue over it and relish the gamey taste. It tastes familiar, but there’s something weird about it. It’s not quite Mona. There’s something missing from it. An emptiness.

I shrug my shoulders. It’s probably pig’s blood. She probably dumped the pig’s blood inside, then left the bucket by the offal pit where I found it. She must’ve used it to supplement her actual blood. Besides, if it was all hers, she’d be completely drained. The pig’s blood is another prop to include in her art performances.

Just like I’m another prop.

That’s okay, I tell myself before the irritation gets under my skin. It’s better if she uses pig’s blood.

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