In this case, perhaps he really does wear a cat mask in real life? Like, you know, a cannibalistic yet "cute" psychopath?
This.... I don't even... Now I can't get it out of my mind.
Dowman clambered down into his favorite chair, the one made of the bones of his past meals, as he set his plate down on the table. There adorned on the plate was a human heart, it's owner sitting against the wall, eyes wide with emotionless terror. As he glared down at the muscle he could feel his mouth water. He just had to have a bite. Cutting the heart was like cutting into a tough slice of beef, but after some work he had himself a moderate sized slice. Little drops of red spilled out onto the plate as he hoisted the piece towards the hole in his large cat mask. Still you could see his grinning browned teeth through the little bits of light that happened illuminate it. One red drop fell onto his porcelain white chin as he put the fork into his mouth. Eyes closed as he savored the warm flavors rushing over his taste buds. He released the fork from his mouth as he began to chew the piece. Using his free arm he wiped his face, smearing the red from his chin to his cheek. A second later, a swallow and the cutting of another slice. It wasn't everyday he got to eat the warm heart of his fans.
Alright if you aren't severely disturbed right now I don't know what to say. Hope you cringed in disgust with that mental image! (Or enjoyed it if you like that)
last edited at Mar 14, 2014 5:35AM
