Feast with the Devil

    I couldn’t forget that night. You were so tempting to me. I remembered when you screamed so loud that I had to stuff a little toad into your mouth to shut it. You didn’t want me to do it, but you now I wouldn’t let you go.

   The broth was waiting for you to embrace it, the little girl inside me was waiting for you to accompany her. I shaved your hair, of course, it wasn’t my favourite. After that, I pulled out your little toe which looked really cute to me.

   You looked at me, silvery blue eyes. I couldn’t resist it, I gouged one out of its place and freshly mixed it up with my broth. I touched your vagina, it was very small but it would do the job. I didn’t really like vaginas.

“Mmmmm,” you tried to say something.

“Yes, my dear?” I said, pulling out the half-dead toad.

“Why are you doing this to me? What did I do?” You said, looking as innocent and sweet as always, making me excited.

“No, you didn’t do anything. I’m doing this just ‘cause I feel like it. I can’t find anyone with a better skin like yours. So be grateful and be nice and yummy.”

   I stuffed the toad back into your dry mouth. I tightened the rope and went out to gather some herbs to compliment you. I found some strong-smelling rosemary, which can hide your stinky smell. You didn’t bath for three days, though.

   The air inside our little cottage was sweet. The atmosphere, so calm, blessed us. Ere I started to chop you into pieces. I said a little prayer to calm you down, so you wouldn’t struggle too hard. It was hard to chop when you were struggling.

   I pulled out the toad, it was dead, to let you pray with me. You screamed out for rescue. I convinced you that nobody could hear you, for this forest is mine. I started the prayer:


By the power of the Moon
Channel your calmness to her
Give her the strength she needs
If you are strong then let her be weak
Give her calmness


   You stopped and I’d peace of mind. I raised up my butcher knife and down it went. You screamed so loud, I was scared of you for a while. You looked at me with one eye, I could feel the evil energy inside you, imagining if I was you.

   You were dead, with your eye and mouth wide opened. I closed them. I didn’t think this was fun anymore, I lost another companion tonight. Without thinking, I chopped you into pieces, spontaneously.

   From one, you became six hundred and sixty six. I was flabbergasted. I didn’t plan this. It was the magic of The Devil. He wanted me to do this. I could feel his presence, He touched me.

   He breathed at my face. He touched my groin and stroked it. He holded it so tight It made me moaned of ecstasy. I ejaculated into my broth. Did I forget to mention that semen tastes good with human broth.

   I put piece by piece of you into the broth. I chopped the herbs I gathered earlier and put them into the pot, hoping it wouldn’t hide too much of you. I didn’t forget to add black pepper and and lemonade to reduce fat. I also added some diced tomatoes I grew.

   While waiting for you to cook, I turned on the radio. Devil Blues by Robert Johnson was playing. It wasn’t a coincidence, everything was contrived, by the Devil. And don’t hate me, I was just obeying Him.

   At last, the moment I’d been waiting for the whole night, you were ready. I served you for two, me and the Devil. Eventhough I added too much rosemary, you tasted great. Your skin was exquisite and your breasts were firm. If you want to taste humans, join me on my next feast.