Is cannibalism meant as a tool to purge the world from rudeness, a metaphor for love and desire, a way to nourish one's most eccentric and special tastes, or a tool for vengeance?
— @littlelonelyfox 🍫
He lets out a soft, almost amused chuckle.
What a twisted little thing you are, my dear.
He leans back, fingers steepled, lips curling into the faintest, knowing smile.
Cannibalism… is never singular in its purpose. It corrects, it indulges, it punishes, it reveals. Each act a reflection of one’s desires, one’s appetites, one’s… inclinations.
His gaze sharpens, glinting with quiet hunger.
To nourish, to punish, to honor longing… all are entwined. One does not consume without intention, nor without consequence. The act itself becomes a conversation — intimate, deliberate, and… unforgettable.
One’s choice of consumption is, in truth, a mirror of the self.
He pauses, drawing out his words on purpose. Silence was never meant to keep peace, always to destroy it.
But tell me—what is it to you, little fox ? If you were to partake, what facet of yourself would you reveal?
[ @littlelonelyfox ]
