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"I miss my husband"
I said, loneliness swelling within my chest and festering in my heart. Yes that's right, I miss my dear husband oh so terribly. I miss his sweet smile, his tender words, and his caring touches. "I miss him so much, I feel I might die from misery!" I exclaimed to the cat who seems to be my only companion and as I run my fingers through his soft fur I notice how my gentle caresses make him lean into my touch as if I was his only source of comfort. Then that's when it hit me, I'm suddenly disturbed by the memory of my husband, a memory I'd almost forgotten. He's long since returned home and there's nothing to miss!
"Why how silly of me!" I gasped as I collected myself from the couch and sprinted upstairs only to be greeted by my loving husband stretching his arms out to me, I was overcome with excitement and adoration as if he had strung up the stars in the sky for me and I leapt into his arms with great joy, the only sound in the house being our joyous laughter, that is until I pressed my ear to his chest only to hear a low gargling sound, concern eased its way onto my face until I backed away and was met with the sight of my husbands loving smile morphing into what could only be described as...hatred and horror.
As if a switch had been flipped he was suddenly screaming, collapsing to the floor in a bloodied rage, wait....bloodied?? One look at my hands revealed to my surprise, blood. A shrill cry left my throat and soared out into the open air and now chaotic room as I dropped to my knees and crawled over to my husband who was still choking on his own blood, as I crawled closer and that's when I felt it..when I TASTED it.
Iron? No, blood.
Something....tough, chewy even...What the hell is this, meat?
String, I'm tasting string?! No...this, this is hair.
"This is my husband, isn't it..?" I glanced down at my husband, the love in my gaze enough to even make the most miserable and unloved feel as if they'd been confronted by Cupid himself. "I love you so much dear" I said as I continued to tear at his intestines with my bare hands, digging deep in his ribcage searching, YEARNING, to tear out what I always longed for, his heart.
The banging on the front door did not deter me from my goal as I continued to shovel the less "precious" bits out of the way.
A countdown was heard from behind our bedroom door.
"3!!"
I buried my hands deeper now desperately pulling at his ribcage.
"2!!"
"LEAVE US ALONE!!" I cried out as I managed to break through his smaller ribs and fist my way further into his chest.
"1!!"
It was as if fate was on my side, right as the doors were kicked down I managed to pull out what I NEEDED, as if afraid it might be taken from me I eagerly bit into my most prized possession and swallowed savoring the now fading warmth of his heart. I looked at the police holding the now torn gem in my hands, a smile on my face as I spoke while proudly showing them my treasure.
"See?? I love my husband."