Bloody One

It had been abrupt, but she knew you were coming, you had let known beforehand. You had been putting off the call for long enough, but now you had to come over. She had returned to the room, the food was not yet ready. "It's not ready yet, just please, wait." She smiled, pants like an elastic stretched around both hips. The floorboards creaked with each step as she leaved, if someone were to shoot those cheeks with a bullet, you swear that it would bounce right off them.

The scent began to fester, having a to bring up a napkin to cover your nose from the aroma that dared to violate it. You needed to take a small walk, standing from your seat you stepped out from the room. Your steps barely making a sound on the boards. In the hall the smell began to grow stronger, and you took to following, just to bring ease of your mind.

It lead you to a door, that's appearance and smell was clearly of copper, the doorknob rusted red, with small points to it that gave off a sharp look. Opening the door made you have to swallow puke at what was on the other side.

A rotting husk of a creature, the gullet opened straight to the torn stomach, and most of the necessary organs were missing. The inner lining of it had been licked clean, and left in a decrepit, dried state. The rest of what else remained was still there, like the brain... As you turned to leave a sound left you alert, a creak, and your body became frozen in fear of thought. Stepping out from the closet you turned, taking a hold of the knob and pushed it shut. Then you pulled-- and off came the very same knob. You had little time to try and put it back, so you hid it within your inner pocket.

Returning to the dinning area, she had a look of sadness to see that you had left, but was glad that you were back. "Oh where did you go? Did a certain someone need to go before their meal?" She giggled, a tray laid rested atop the table. The two of you took your respected seats, hers creaking the same as the boards. On the topic of the food, there were chunks of meat, with poorer morsels at the sides, vegetables that looked in poor condition, dried instead of regularly moisturized, then there were the gingerbread trolls, cracked and covered in a chocolate cream.

You two began eating, teeth of your host sharp as they tore into gravy slathered meat. After the meal, your mouth was left dry from the vegetables, but the meat had proven delectable, surprisingly. That is when you took to chatting, and she noticed the bulge of your breast pocket. "A spurt? Did you have a spurt from the meal?" She was curious now, shit. Creak, she stood up from her seat, creak, she began walking over to you, creeeak, she stood up on her toes, the board beneath sounding like it would snap like a back. She began feeling up your breasts, the first soft, supple, the second was the opposite, firm, and hard.

Noticing this oddity, she ripped your coat off, the bulge no longer there, and she checked through the pocket. That's when she found the rusted knob, and stared at you with disbelieving eyes. You weren't sure what to do about this. "Now just where did you get this? It looks an awful lot like another I've seen..." She gripped your shirt now, and you tried to pull back, no use. Her tongue moved along her mouth-line, the gravy going into her mouth. "I didn't want you to snoop, you weren't supposed to, this was only going to be a meal." She placed the knob onto the table, and took the tray, whatever lay remained on it was soon splattered on the table, your vision failing you as the cold metal hit you in the face.

You awoke later, thinking it to be minutes, maybe even hours, stripped of your cloth. There was something else you noticed aside from that, she was ontop of you. Barely able to inch movement, her legs weighed you down, her body doing the same to your torso. It left you quite literally breathless at the sight of her. "You know.. I thought the food would be enough, but it wasn't this time.." She breathed on you, breath reminding of the meal. "I want more, more than ever." The teeth gnashed.