Shiori was never a friend.
But I was slightly hungry.
And mostly curious.
So, I ate her.
I remember our hot bath.
She looked helpless.
Submission is such a delicious word.
These hands will be gentle.
Caressing with a lullaby.
That smooth touch of epidermis.
That ever slight friction.
Kimi no perfect tone.
I could have done it at the kaiten.
But it would have been less fun, wouldn't it?
I'm glad you came.
For my little game.
What you can't see scares you the most.
But the melodies of the blades will sooth you.
Twirl to the rhythm of the rotation.
Dance! Dance! Dance!
Don't scream, for it's painful to my ear, dear.
It’ll end soon, I promise.
Your blood never felt so fresh.
And silence was that sweet taste of you.
Arigato, my Shiori-chan.
You were oishi.
(Blended, boiled Edamame milk with syrup)