#horror things

So what if you gave into his desires? If one day you gave him full consent to feast on you, to ravish at you until you were nothing but a pile of bones. He was shocked at first, confused, why would someone be so willing? Not only that, but to a monster such as himself? He was hesitant, unsure on what to say but he knew in the back of his mind his head and body craved the taste of you more than he could've imagined.

He insisted on some anaesthetic (although it would ruin the taste) because the idea of hurting you wasn't something he was fond of. It would heighten the experience though, hearing you scream out in pain until it became too much and you passed out, unconscious. But you simply denied the request.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice nothing but a low whisper. Maybe you were not well, maybe you were just in a state of hysteria and feeling reckless? "Are you sure?" was the other question that followed after the first. You were adamant. Jack was confused, was it a kink thing? Because he knew that once he started, he couldn't stop and he would kill you, no doubt about it.

So after a couple days of consideration and his stomach growling at him to pursue his deepest desires, he gave in and agreed that he would eat away at you.

It took him awhile though, to caress your body, to feel the warmth radiating from your skin. You were trembling but he didn't blame you, being eaten alive would scare the bravest person alive. His own breath shook at the lust of consuming you, of having your muscle between his teeth as he ripped you apart. He was drooling, salivating at the idea and he quickly clasped a hand over his mouth.

Time ticked away, you didn't question nor push him to hurry, you were simply sat on the mattress below you, feeling a wave of nausea. Not even you understood why you wanted this.

But Jack forced himself to stand back away from you, his legs and arms trembling as he tried to control himself. Why? WHY? Was all that he could think about, why would any sane person want this? But before he could leave the room, before he could hesitate any further, he froze.

A smell lingered in the air, a smell so sweet that is basically made him gasp. It was a smell that practically called his name.

'Come Jack, come catch a taste.'

He shivered in delight, the hairs on the back of his neck standing as he tried to push aside his rational thoughts. He doubled over a little, arms wrapped around his stomach.

The blade in your hand dug deep into the palm of your other. It hurt but you were determined to spill blood, to tip Jack over the edge. Warmth of your blood trickled down your wrist and down to your elbow, you were trembling a little.

You always considered how you would die, when you would, but the idea of sacrificing yourself to a monster wasn't something you anticipated.

As the smell hit him, Jack was no longer Jack as his mind raced. He was panting, his hands clasping over that blue mask of his before he ripped it off and threw it to the floor. It clattered and created an echo in the basement, you eyes glued to Jack as his body fought against his thoughts. You could see the drool dripping down from his mouth and onto the floor, you could see the hairs on his arms were raised at the sheer thought of cannibalistic desires.

There wasn't much time to react as Jack practically pounced at your very being, he was growling, his teeth were sharp and they glistened as his drool dripped down onto your skin. In a swift move, he grabbed your hand and ripped away the blade before throwing that across the room. He shivered and let out a groan of pleasure as he brought your hand up to his nostrils, sucking in the smell of your blood in a way that made him react like an animal.

You were frightened. You wanted to run, the adrenaline pumping through your body as you watched helplessly. You would've run but your body was frozen in time as you simply watched this demon slide his long tongue out from his mouth. The saliva dripped off the tip and he reached his tongue out to slide it against the palm of your hand. His tongue danced in the puddle of blood, wrapping around your wrist and almost pulling you closer. There was an animalistic growl that emitted from Jack, deep within the crevasses of his chest as he felt the taste of your blood hit his taste buds.

Metallic, sweet, so warm.. He wasn't thinking as he suddenly clamped his teeth around your hand. You screamed, a scream so bloodcurdling that anyone nearby would've froze. But there was nobody and as a small thought of regret crossed your mind, you knew right there and then it was too late.

His teeth, so razor sharp, buried into your flesh and in a movement quicker than you could've blinked, he ripped his mouth away.

You didn't feel it at first, you didn't notice it at first until you glanced down at what would've been your hand. Instead nothing but a mound of flesh that occasionally squirted out blood. Your fingers, all five which were once there, gone in an instant. You sucked in a breath to scream but nothing came out, your throat so dry.

And there you fell back onto the mattress, your blood soaking into the fabric as your vision went blurry and then black. When you awoke, you simply let out a groan. You were limp, so weak..

You pushed with the little amount of energy you had left to lift your head, glancing down.

And there he was, that demon, that monster, crouched over you. He was smothered in blood, his face coated red along with those hands, which were currently inside your abdomen, fishing for anything that seemed appeasing. He straightened for a moment as he pulled out your intestines, they were wrapped around his wrist as he ate away at them. They looked chewy as he bit at them, small grunts and groans as he chewed away helplessly.

You let out a yell, although it felt as if you were drowning. It alerted the creature and he paused to glance at you, but his sockets were empty, the only thing you felt consuming you was the darkness of what should've been his eyes. His ears pinned back as he snarled and hissed out, he reached over, one hand on your head and the other on your collarbone as he forced your head back to reveal the flesh on your neck.

He reached forward and lingered at the skin of your neck, his breath so warm that if you weren't so numbed, you would've shivered. He hesitated, like some human inside of him was alive, desperately clawing to get out of this demons body. His brows furrowed, like his conscious kicked in and he finally realised what he had done but as quick as the look of regret flashed across his face, the quicker this monster regained focus, his purpose.

He lurched forward and bit down into your neck. Now you really were choking as blood began to fill your throat and mouth. He pulled away, strings of flesh still attached to your neck and his teeth. Blood dripped down to his chin as the string of flesh finally snapped. You were gagging on the metallic taste of blood, your gaze still fixed on Jack above you.

He was chewing on your skin slowly, savouring the taste, letting the warmth of your blood slip down his throat in an welcoming gesture.

You wanted to let go, to die here, in the mattress in some basement, but you held on, you held on for long enough to suddenly see Jack slap a hand over his face and scramble away from you. As you gasped your last breaths, you found yourself watching him as he pushed his body to the corner of the room.

He was screaming, yelling, but you didn't hear it. He hunched over and suddenly a stream of vomit escaped from him and his mouth. He collapsed to his knees, his hands supporting his upper frame as his vomit began to puddle around his fingers. You could see each twitch of his stomach as more and more of you escaped from his mouth, the blood, the chunks of fat and muscle.

You turned your head back to look at the light bulb dangling in front of you, your vision a haze.