Chapter 3: Preparations

She awoke before the break of dawn, as if something, or someone, screamed out her name.

A knife fell to the floor, metallic clatter and the sound of her heartbeat were the only things to break the void of silence, as she admired the horrifying scene before her. Blood-soaked sheets and the ravaged body of her beloved Valdrek lay atop it.

Her body trembled, but she couldn't pull her gaze away. She scanned the horrifying sight before her thoroughly, multiple times.

Stab wounds and lacerations, 'how beautifully delightful' she thought to herself. Her mind battled itself, but the dark desire within her had the upper hand. 'So pretty, I had to eat him.' Was the last thought that lingered on her excited mind before her actions turned to be more instinct based.

She squatted down for the knife she had previously dropped, admiring the blood on her hands that dripped down from her fingertips.

She grasped the knife firmly in her hand and then paused, remembering, or rather, misremembering, the parts she needed for the recipes she so desired to try. She had to go check.