hibachi grillfriend

hey me and my partner saw you from across the bar we want to kill and eat you

kicking around the concept of an evil ntr mom who knows her two daughters are together. keeps both of them jealous of the attention the other is getting from her, plays them against each other, watches one take it out on the other. gets one drunk -- it's so much safer to try alcohol when your parent is around! -- and makes sure the other daughter sees her groping her blitzed sister, gives her a wicked smile. hypnotizes one of them -- already so susceptible, so willing to listen to mom-- to always remember the times her sister touches her as it being mom touching her instead. things of this nature. thinking about it for no reason at all.

intox × hypno × somno × whatever tf else it is when someone's trying to speak but their words are all soft and slurred and they're trying to say something but everything's all happy and fuzzy and they feel so good they can't be bothered to try to speak any clearer and eventually it just turns into sweet mumbles and little groans because there's nothing else in their empty little head

no, no, you don't understand. I need to drink a couple tallboys and squeeze your jaw to prise your mouth open and tell you to maintain eye contact while i spit in your mouth. it'll taste like pine resin, bitter and thick. and then i need to pin your tongue to the floor of your mouth with my thumb until you squirm and writhe. and then i need your blood on me.