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They're crisp, clear, and then suddenly gone. With a hand she shielded her eyes from the sun, now blazing in the furthest reaches of the sky, and pushed a shopping cart back to Brodey's car.\n\nAs afternoon settled it's warmth into their bodies they loaded it up and headed back home. Bags of spices, alcohol, and cleaning sprays bounced around in the back seat, Kaden's eyes glancing back at them every so often.\n\nThe multitude of sprays and pack of ginger roots were a concerning trigger of last nights memories. Her doubts only had time to seep into her, as the car ride was completely devoid of conversation. The radio wasn't even loud enough to provide a distraction, so instead she was left to fret within her own mind.\n\nEverything Brodey had laid out about the night prior made sense, and nothing she remembered had any physical proof of existence. Yet she still couldn't entirely shake the feeling it had been real. Even as they unloaded the groceries her eyebrows stayed furrowed in thought.\n\nBrodey paid her no mind, though. She could fret about all she wanted, but she knew she'd be too dense to follow her gut at this point. Kaden's tended to have great gut feelings and could sense when things were off, but they hardly ever acted on them. She wasn't sure why. A couple hundred lives could have been spared a few more days if they had just turned tail and left.\n\nIt wasn't like Brodey usually went out of her way to trap them physically. Sure, some she hunted, some she fucked with like a torture porn film, but most she just eased into her home naturally. It was much more fun to gain their trust and betray them, she thought. Even if one did trust their feelings and left she could always hunt them down like game anyway.\n\nThe kitchen was filled with the delectable scent of fresh meat and diced vegetables, the sound of her knife rhythmically chopping away provided her with a sort of zen. She loved cooking. And with how much fresh meat she had in her basement she didn't even have to worry about being lavish about it. She was sure Kaden was going to savor every bite.\n\nUp until she learned what it was, of course, but that's just the point where Brodey would start savoring it. She treated the meat like a grade A steak. Cooked it slow, basting it in herbs and butter, and served it with hand mashed potatoes and homemade macaroni. A crisp, light wine to drink alongside it as well.\n\nKaden could hardly stall herself from digging into it like a feral animal. It smelled\n\nabsolutely amazing and looked even better. Her hands lightly tapped together in excitement as the plates were set down on the table, but she managed to keep them to herself until Brodey was seated across from her.\n\nWith a clink of their glasses, and a sip of wine, they dug in. Kaden had watched Brodey cook the entire evening, being told to not help in it, and it had only made her hungrier to see it come together. She didn't expect Brodey to be such a good cook, but here was a restaurant quality meal sitting right on her plate.\n\nThey stayed quiet as they ate, and Kaden savored the salty, buttery meat. She wasn't even sure what it was, Brodey had brought it up from her cellar wrapped in unmarked butcher paper. It reminded her of home, of traditions they'd passed down hand to hand, mouth to mouth.\n\n``What is this? It's amazing.'' She finally asked when she was finished eating, wiping some dribble from her chin with the back of her hand.\n\n``Hmn? Yukon gold.'' Brodey responded, not even bothering to look up from her plate as she gently took her final bite of meat.\n\n``No, the meat! When I was little when we'd have our coming of age ceremony they'd serve something just like this. I went to all my cousins? ceremonies just so I could eat it again.'' She chuckled.\n\n``Oh, the meat. I have some more in the cellar, would you like some to take home?''\n\nKaden hummed, handing her plate to Brodey. ``Sure, but what is it?''\n\nBrodey merely placed a finger to Kadens lips, set the plates in the sink, then grabbed her hands and ushered her to the staircase into the basement.\n\n``Woah! You've got a whole set up down here!'' Kaden pushed ahead at the bottom of the stairs and took in the whole of the giant room. ``Your TV is huuuuuge!''\n\n``Sure is. We can watch something on it if you'd like.''\n\n``Would I!!!''\n\n``Of course you would, hehe. Oh, but didn't you come down here to see my meat freezer?''\n\n``Oh, shit, yeah s-sorry.'' Kaden scratched the back of her neck awkwardly and returned to Brodey's side. ``Do show me! Sorry for getting distracted.''\n\n``No issue, just a moment.'' Brodey hummed and opened the cooler. The freezing air brushed past them and cast a fog on the floor. She examined packages then set them aside, each being expertly wrapped and labeled.\n\nFeline, Canine, Equine, Bovine...Jumart. Kaden blinked in surprise. Her last partner was a Jumart. She shook it off quick, not wanting to dwell on the moral dilemma of sentient creature meat, and instead looked around the basement.\n\nIt was meticulously cleaned, furnished luxuriously, yet uncomfortably cold and foreboding even before the freezer was opened. The sight of Brodey?s washer and dryer uninstalled and pushed to the side caught her eye.\n\n``Are your washer and dryer broke?'' She asked.\n\n``Hm? Oh, yes. One right after the other, quite unfortunate. I've just been washing my clothes at the laundromat. Y'know the one, what with that cute Jumart regular?''\n\nKaden groaned. Avoidance was apparently not an option. ``Beatrix.''\n\n``Ah yes, that was her name.'' Brodey stood up and dusted her hands off on her pants. ``She's quite the looker isn't she? Nice big titties.''\n\n``Mm.'' Kaden pursed her lips then sighed. ``Yes, I'd know them well. She's my ex, after\n\nall.''\n\nBrodey feigned surprise. ``Really? You dumped that?''\n\n``No.'' Kaden rubbed her muzzle in annoyance. ``She dumped me. By text!''\n\n``Horrid! When?''\n\n``Month or two back...''\n\n``Hmmmmm...'' Brodey tapped her chin then dug her phone out of her pocket. ``Y'all\n\nfuck?''\n\n``What kind of fucking question is that?''\n\n``Calm down. I've got my reasons for asking.'' She turned her phone screen around to face Kaden, on it was a picture of Beatrix, now noticeably pregnant. ``Think it's yours?''\n\n``Sh-She's pregnant??'' Kaden snatched the phone from Brodey's hands and stared down in it, anger and confusion pooling in her chest. ``I knew she was late but...I mean...Why didn't she tell me?''\n\n``Maybe she hates you.'' Brodey hummed, now uncomfortably close to Kadens back.\n\nShe startled, then shot a look that could kill over her shoulder. ``Shut your fucking mouth! You don't even know her!''\n\n``Maybe she wants you dead.'' The cumart stepped forward as the other girl stepped\n\nback.\n\n``What the fuck's your issue, Brodey? What are you getting from showing me this? From spewing such bullshit from your maw?''\n\n``I'd be happy to help her realize her wishes.'' Brodey smiled, arms shooting out and slamming into Kaden's chest.\n\nShe flew back and thudded against the freezer. The cell phone shattered as it hit the tile.\n\nKaden coughed and steadied herself, unsettled at how much power had been behind the shove.\n\n``You broke my phone.''\n\nKaden's head was spinning, she glowered up as Brodey approached.\n\n``I was going to use that, you know. Now how are we going to show her the meat we had tonight, huh? How are we going to show her how dead you are to her already?''\n\nFear crawled up Kadens back as she shakily turned around to face the freezer. The meat they ate. The sound of Brodey's hooves slowly approaching behind her were all she could hear over her heart pumping into her throat. Tears pricked her eyes as a mirror of them stared back.\n\nBroken, crumpled up and pale as snow at the bottom of the freezer was Kaden 11-94012. Her stomach was distended unnaturally, face covered in gore with guts and clumps of fur hanging out of her mouth. Two nice, thick cuts of meat were removed from her thighs.\n\nKaden couldn't breath. She couldn't process what she was seeing. That was...her? Dead. She had eaten that meat! With shaky hands she clung to her face, as if trying to feel that she was indeed herself. This wasn't possible. That had to be a fake, a look alike.\n\nBut even if it was...that was a real Cusige! One that was murdered and cooked up by Brodey. Fear and guts finally took over and Kaden spun to try and sprint up the stairs but was met with a metal bar cracking against her jaw.\n\nShe crumpled to the ground, the room spinning and her bones splintering. Through the pain she tried to stand but Brodey's hoof slammed into her back and knocked the air out of her lungs. Kaden felt her ribs creak from the pressure.\n\nBrodey removed her hoof and stood idly by, playfully swinging her bar around as she watched Kaden sputter and surge forward. She let her crawl halfway to the stairs, let her shakily get to her feet, and let her start to try to run again before bringing the bar straight down onto her skull.\n\nA guttural cry was the only sound Kaden made at first, before a string of broken, barely comprehensible pleads and questions began pouring out of her. What did Brodey want? Why was she doing this? She wouldn't tell anyone if she let her go. She would pretend it all never happened. What did she do to deserve this?\n\nKaden watched through stars and haze as the stairs shrunk from sight as she was dragged through the basement. She couldn't even move her arms through the pain. Her fingers dragged helplessly through the trail of bright blue she was leaving across the floor.\n\nBrodey let go of her leg and stepped to her side, squatting down and pulling her new toy?s face to make eye contact. She was so cute, wincing as she dug her fingers against her broken jaw, those green irises shimmering in pools of orange.\n\nShe leaned in and kissed her, pressing her into the cold tile and holding her wrists down. Kaden tried to shake her off, but every movement was like another blow to her head. Brodey's tongue snaked its way into her mouth, her broken bones crackling from the force. Each writhe in pain or effort to get away, to even turn her head, shook her whole body and rubbed her skin against her assaulters ever growing erection.\n\nShe didn't have the strength in her jaw to even bite her, and just shuddered as her tongue roamed around her mouth. Brodey took her time with it, too. Tasting each tooth, each ridge, every nook and cranny. She rubbed her tongue along Kadens and pressed harder against her, eliciting a groan of agony, and even licked the entrance to her throat. Her tongue split and wrapped around her uvula, then she pulled back as fast as she could.\n\nKaden wretched violently, her entire body heaving with the force, then coughed though her sobs as she regained her breath. With tear blurred eyes she watched as Brodey wiped her saliva off of her mouth then dismounted her. Before she could even fully open her mouth to plead again the Cumarts hoof smashed into her stomach and she was sent flying into the wall.\n\nThis time she fully wretched, the meat of an equally unfortunate version of herself\n\nspilling onto the floor and her arm. The ringing in her ears was near deafening now, she couldn't even hear her own coughing or sobbing. She laid there in her own fluids, watching as Brodey drug a tile over from where her appliances once were.\n\nBrodey grabbed her by the scruff and dragged her closer, then held her head over the edge to stare down at the straight drop into her own man-made hell. The weak fight attempts and gurgled scream from Kaden were delightful. With a chuckle, she pulled her back from the edge and loomed over her.\n\n``Don't worry. I'm not going to toss you down there to let you splatter.'' She said, wiping vomit from the Cusige's face. ``I'm going to carry you down there, and you're going to sit oh so pretty in a cell. I'll feed you but I won't care for you or clothe you. Each day that I come down there I'm going to make you regret ever existing, then eventually you'll die. And you know what? I'm going to chop you up and feed you to another then repeat it all over again. You're not even special enough to stray from the cycle, you're just another pitiful mirror of my mother that I'm going to slowly, agonizingly shatter.''\n\nKaden flinched as Brodey ended her sentence by spitting on her face. She was haphazardly tied to her back, and then slowly Brodey started to climb down into the abyss. One of Kadens bloodied hands shakily reached up to grip the side of the opening down, then gently slipped into the darkness.\n\nEach creak of the rope signaled the light of her freedom slipping further away, and yet all she could do was sob to herself. As she watched the entrance fade away the only thing on her mind was the wish that Brodey had just thrown her. At least if she were dead she'd be spared from what was to come, and if last night were anything to go off of, she was better off dead.\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Early mornings always seem to be fleeting to Kaden. They're crisp, clear, and then suddenly gone. With a hand she shielded her eyes from the sun, now blazing in the furthest reaches of the sky, and pushed a shopping cart back to Brodey's car.

As afternoon settled it's warmth into their bodies they loaded it up and headed back home. Bags of spices, alcohol, and cleaning sprays bounced around in the back seat, Kaden's eyes glancing back at them every so often.

The multitude of sprays and pack of ginger roots were a concerning trigger of last nights memories. Her doubts only had time to seep into her, as the car ride was completely devoid of conversation. The radio wasn't even loud enough to provide a distraction, so instead she was left to fret within her own mind.

Everything Brodey had laid out about the night prior made sense, and nothing she remembered had any physical proof of existence. Yet she still couldn't entirely shake the feeling it had been real. Even as they unloaded the groceries her eyebrows stayed furrowed in thought.

Brodey paid her no mind, though. She could fret about all she wanted, but she knew she'd be too dense to follow her gut at this point. Kaden's tended to have great gut feelings and could sense when things were off, but they hardly ever acted on them. She wasn't sure why. A couple hundred lives could have been spared a few more days if they had just turned tail and left.

It wasn't like Brodey usually went out of her way to trap them physically. Sure, some she hunted, some she fucked with like a torture porn film, but most she just eased into her home naturally. It was much more fun to gain their trust and betray them, she thought. Even if one did trust their feelings and left she could always hunt them down like game anyway.

The kitchen was filled with the delectable scent of fresh meat and diced vegetables, the sound of her knife rhythmically chopping away provided her with a sort of zen. She loved cooking. And with how much fresh meat she had in her basement she didn't even have to worry about being lavish about it. She was sure Kaden was going to savor every bite.

Up until she learned what it was, of course, but that's just the point where Brodey would start savoring it. She treated the meat like a grade A steak. Cooked it slow, basting it in herbs and butter, and served it with hand mashed potatoes and homemade macaroni. A crisp, light wine to drink alongside it as well.

Kaden could hardly stall herself from digging into it like a feral animal. It smelled

absolutely amazing and looked even better. Her hands lightly tapped together in excitement as the plates were set down on the table, but she managed to keep them to herself until Brodey was seated across from her.

With a clink of their glasses, and a sip of wine, they dug in. Kaden had watched Brodey cook the entire evening, being told to not help in it, and it had only made her hungrier to see it come together. She didn't expect Brodey to be such a good cook, but here was a restaurant quality meal sitting right on her plate.

They stayed quiet as they ate, and Kaden savored the salty, buttery meat. She wasn't even sure what it was, Brodey had brought it up from her cellar wrapped in unmarked butcher paper. It reminded her of home, of traditions they'd passed down hand to hand, mouth to mouth.

``What is this? It's amazing.'' She finally asked when she was finished eating, wiping some dribble from her chin with the back of her hand.

``Hmn? Yukon gold.'' Brodey responded, not even bothering to look up from her plate as she gently took her final bite of meat.

``No, the meat! When I was little when we'd have our coming of age ceremony they'd serve something just like this. I went to all my cousins? ceremonies just so I could eat it again.'' She chuckled.

``Oh, the meat. I have some more in the cellar, would you like some to take home?''

Kaden hummed, handing her plate to Brodey. ``Sure, but what is it?''

Brodey merely placed a finger to Kadens lips, set the plates in the sink, then grabbed her hands and ushered her to the staircase into the basement.

``Woah! You've got a whole set up down here!'' Kaden pushed ahead at the bottom of the stairs and took in the whole of the giant room. ``Your TV is huuuuuge!''

``Sure is. We can watch something on it if you'd like.''

``Would I!!!''

``Of course you would, hehe. Oh, but didn't you come down here to see my meat freezer?''

``Oh, shit, yeah s-sorry.'' Kaden scratched the back of her neck awkwardly and returned to Brodey's side. ``Do show me! Sorry for getting distracted.''

``No issue, just a moment.'' Brodey hummed and opened the cooler. The freezing air brushed past them and cast a fog on the floor. She examined packages then set them aside, each being expertly wrapped and labeled.

Feline, Canine, Equine, Bovine...Jumart. Kaden blinked in surprise. Her last partner was a Jumart. She shook it off quick, not wanting to dwell on the moral dilemma of sentient creature meat, and instead looked around the basement.

It was meticulously cleaned, furnished luxuriously, yet uncomfortably cold and foreboding even before the freezer was opened. The sight of Brodey?s washer and dryer uninstalled and pushed to the side caught her eye.

``Are your washer and dryer broke?'' She asked.

``Hm? Oh, yes. One right after the other, quite unfortunate. I've just been washing my clothes at the laundromat. Y'know the one, what with that cute Jumart regular?''

Kaden groaned. Avoidance was apparently not an option. ``Beatrix.''

``Ah yes, that was her name.'' Brodey stood up and dusted her hands off on her pants. ``She's quite the looker isn't she? Nice big titties.''

``Mm.'' Kaden pursed her lips then sighed. ``Yes, I'd know them well. She's my ex, after

all.''

Brodey feigned surprise. ``Really? You dumped that?''

``No.'' Kaden rubbed her muzzle in annoyance. ``She dumped me. By text!''

``Horrid! When?''

``Month or two back...''

``Hmmmmm...'' Brodey tapped her chin then dug her phone out of her pocket. ``Y'all

fuck?''

``What kind of fucking question is that?''

``Calm down. I've got my reasons for asking.'' She turned her phone screen around to face Kaden, on it was a picture of Beatrix, now noticeably pregnant. ``Think it's yours?''

``Sh-She's pregnant??'' Kaden snatched the phone from Brodey's hands and stared down in it, anger and confusion pooling in her chest. ``I knew she was late but...I mean...Why didn't she tell me?''

``Maybe she hates you.'' Brodey hummed, now uncomfortably close to Kadens back.

She startled, then shot a look that could kill over her shoulder. ``Shut your fucking mouth! You don't even know her!''

``Maybe she wants you dead.'' The cumart stepped forward as the other girl stepped

back.

``What the fuck's your issue, Brodey? What are you getting from showing me this? From spewing such bullshit from your maw?''

``I'd be happy to help her realize her wishes.'' Brodey smiled, arms shooting out and slamming into Kaden's chest.

She flew back and thudded against the freezer. The cell phone shattered as it hit the tile.

Kaden coughed and steadied herself, unsettled at how much power had been behind the shove.

``You broke my phone.''

Kaden's head was spinning, she glowered up as Brodey approached.

``I was going to use that, you know. Now how are we going to show her the meat we had tonight, huh? How are we going to show her how dead you are to her already?''

Fear crawled up Kadens back as she shakily turned around to face the freezer. The meat they ate. The sound of Brodey's hooves slowly approaching behind her were all she could hear over her heart pumping into her throat. Tears pricked her eyes as a mirror of them stared back.

Broken, crumpled up and pale as snow at the bottom of the freezer was Kaden 11-94012. Her stomach was distended unnaturally, face covered in gore with guts and clumps of fur hanging out of her mouth. Two nice, thick cuts of meat were removed from her thighs.

Kaden couldn't breath. She couldn't process what she was seeing. That was...her? Dead. She had eaten that meat! With shaky hands she clung to her face, as if trying to feel that she was indeed herself. This wasn't possible. That had to be a fake, a look alike.

But even if it was...that was a real Cusige! One that was murdered and cooked up by Brodey. Fear and guts finally took over and Kaden spun to try and sprint up the stairs but was met with a metal bar cracking against her jaw.

She crumpled to the ground, the room spinning and her bones splintering. Through the pain she tried to stand but Brodey's hoof slammed into her back and knocked the air out of her lungs. Kaden felt her ribs creak from the pressure.

Brodey removed her hoof and stood idly by, playfully swinging her bar around as she watched Kaden sputter and surge forward. She let her crawl halfway to the stairs, let her shakily get to her feet, and let her start to try to run again before bringing the bar straight down onto her skull.

A guttural cry was the only sound Kaden made at first, before a string of broken, barely comprehensible pleads and questions began pouring out of her. What did Brodey want? Why was she doing this? She wouldn't tell anyone if she let her go. She would pretend it all never happened. What did she do to deserve this?

Kaden watched through stars and haze as the stairs shrunk from sight as she was dragged through the basement. She couldn't even move her arms through the pain. Her fingers dragged helplessly through the trail of bright blue she was leaving across the floor.

Brodey let go of her leg and stepped to her side, squatting down and pulling her new toy?s face to make eye contact. She was so cute, wincing as she dug her fingers against her broken jaw, those green irises shimmering in pools of orange.

She leaned in and kissed her, pressing her into the cold tile and holding her wrists down. Kaden tried to shake her off, but every movement was like another blow to her head. Brodey's tongue snaked its way into her mouth, her broken bones crackling from the force. Each writhe in pain or effort to get away, to even turn her head, shook her whole body and rubbed her skin against her assaulters ever growing erection.

She didn't have the strength in her jaw to even bite her, and just shuddered as her tongue roamed around her mouth. Brodey took her time with it, too. Tasting each tooth, each ridge, every nook and cranny. She rubbed her tongue along Kadens and pressed harder against her, eliciting a groan of agony, and even licked the entrance to her throat. Her tongue split and wrapped around her uvula, then she pulled back as fast as she could.

Kaden wretched violently, her entire body heaving with the force, then coughed though her sobs as she regained her breath. With tear blurred eyes she watched as Brodey wiped her saliva off of her mouth then dismounted her. Before she could even fully open her mouth to plead again the Cumarts hoof smashed into her stomach and she was sent flying into the wall.

This time she fully wretched, the meat of an equally unfortunate version of herself

spilling onto the floor and her arm. The ringing in her ears was near deafening now, she couldn't even hear her own coughing or sobbing. She laid there in her own fluids, watching as Brodey drug a tile over from where her appliances once were.

Brodey grabbed her by the scruff and dragged her closer, then held her head over the edge to stare down at the straight drop into her own man-made hell. The weak fight attempts and gurgled scream from Kaden were delightful. With a chuckle, she pulled her back from the edge and loomed over her.

``Don't worry. I'm not going to toss you down there to let you splatter.'' She said, wiping vomit from the Cusige's face. ``I'm going to carry you down there, and you're going to sit oh so pretty in a cell. I'll feed you but I won't care for you or clothe you. Each day that I come down there I'm going to make you regret ever existing, then eventually you'll die. And you know what? I'm going to chop you up and feed you to another then repeat it all over again. You're not even special enough to stray from the cycle, you're just another pitiful mirror of my mother that I'm going to slowly, agonizingly shatter.''

Kaden flinched as Brodey ended her sentence by spitting on her face. She was haphazardly tied to her back, and then slowly Brodey started to climb down into the abyss. One of Kadens bloodied hands shakily reached up to grip the side of the opening down, then gently slipped into the darkness.

Each creak of the rope signaled the light of her freedom slipping further away, and yet all she could do was sob to herself. As she watched the entrance fade away the only thing on her mind was the wish that Brodey had just thrown her. At least if she were dead she'd be spared from what was to come, and if last night were anything to go off of, she was better off dead.

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