"Kiss by MyArtIsMyBass, Sep 3, 2011, 6:08:42 PM Literature /"
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Kiss
by MyArtIsMyBass, Sep 3, 2011, 6:08:42 PM
Literature / Prose / Fiction / Horror / Short Stories
She opened her eyes when I kissed her, like some fairytale princess in a storybook world.

I could see her brilliant blue eyes glowing in the dim light, she was delirious, her 

breath was heavy and labored. She opened her mouth to speak, but only could let out a 

tired sigh. I smiled down at her, and caressed a lock of her crimson hair out of her 

eyes. 

   "Sandra?" she asked. I nodded and pulled the covers off her naked body.

   "Did you miss me?" I asked. She squeezed her eyes shut, and turned away from me. I 

smiled, and caressed her cheek. "What's wrong baby? Do you hurt?" I ran my hand down her 

leg, feeling her soft skin against my palms. Then the charred flesh of her stump. Her 

mark from last nights meal. 

She gasped from the pain as I dug my fingers into the cauterized stump where her leg had 

been the night before. 

    "Does it hurt?" I teased. "Tell me May, does it hurt?" 

    "P…please…" she stammered in a cracked voice. "Please stop!" 

    "I'm sorry May," I whispered. "But this is how it ends." I caught only the white of 

my grin in the mirror. I couldn't see the rest of my body. My disembodied smile reminded 

me of a sinister Cheshire Cat. Just a smile and nothing else.

    "I brought you dinner," I said, and showed her the plate I'd brought her. "Nothing 

too fancy tonight, just leftovers,"

   "Leftovers?" she asked and looked down at the grilled meat on the plate. There wasn't 

much. Just enough for her to have one final meal. I cut a piece of the meat off and 

offered it to her. "Eat," I urged. 

    She shook her head, refusing the food I offered,

   "No..."

   "Your loss then," I ate the meat I'd cut, allowing her to watch. Her eyes shifted down 

to the stumps where her legs had once been. 

    "Is it…" her voice failed her. But I already knew what she meant.

   "It is," I said and caressed the remains of her legs. "Would you like a bite?"

May turned her head away from me and I could hear her sobbing. I took another bite of the 

meat, and set the plate down on the night table. I smiled at her, and left her alone.

   

I've always been fond of woodworking, I guess it's a little odd for a woman but 

I'm a bit of an odd person. Most of my furniture, I made myself, and sometimes I sell 

what I make to neighbors or strangers. I've always found it handy to have power tools in 

the house though. They're good for cutting. 

   I'd left my reciprocating saw on my work bench where I'd been cleaning it last night. 

The blood looks bad on the blade, and I couldn't risk anyone seeing it. I know I need to 

be careful to hide some of my activities. In any modern suburb, there's always the 

thought of 'what will the neighbors think?' that makes me uneasy. I like to keep my house 

clean. When we were together, May would always ridicule me for it. She joked that I had 

OCD when it came to cleaning, and maybe she was right. It doesn't much matter anymore. 

The decision to end my relationship with her was not an easy one. I thought it over for 

days. But I had to do it. It had been months, there was no more meat left over from my 

last lover, and I was feeling the cravings again. 

   One day, when she was sitting at the table, I soaked a rag in chloroform and held it 

over her face until she passed out. I moved quickly to handcuff her to our bed so when 

she awoke she would be trapped. 

   At first she struggled and screamed so I fashioned a gag out of an old pillowcase and 

forced it in her mouth to shut her up. I hate it when they scream, it's the worst part. 

During the first day I would caress her naked thigh and whisper in her ear that this was 

a 'game'. She used to love playing 'games' with me. Apparently one of her ex's turned her 

on to it. My reassurance seemed to calm her down and kept her quiet until nightfall. But 

as the sun vanished beneath the horizon and the moon appeared in the blackness of the 

sky, I had to discard my illusion. 

I went and got my saw, and when she saw me coming into the room with it, I could 

see the beautiful realization in her sapphire eyes. 

   I saw her struggling with her bonds. Her muffled screams came out from under the 

makeshift gag. It was a beautiful sight, the way she fought against the leather straps 

I'd tied her up with. 

   I sat down beside her on the bed and kissed her forehead gently. I removed the syringe 

from my pocket and injected her with the drugs. They act fast, but it's not instant 

though. I think I like it better that way, it drags out the wait, and makes the flesh 

taste sweeter.

    "It will all be over soon, my love." I whispered as I started up the blade and 

lowered it towards her leg.

She fainted as the teeth of the saw dug into her flesh, sending up blood and severing 

muscle, sinew and bone. When the act was done, I pulled her leg away from her body. It 

came without any resistance at all.

   I'd taken the leg off just below the knee, that was where there was good meat. She was 

unconscious as I cut through the second leg. The drugs would keep her alive, barely. But 

it was good enough. I cauterized the wounds with a hot skillet, so she wouldn't bleed 

out. But she was in shock. Many of my lovers die at this point. But May held in there. 

She'd messed herself when I cut her, I had to clean her up and change the sheets. She 

came to earlier this morning, and started screaming. Her cries woke me up and I stuffed 

the gag back into her mouth. She's been awake all day, I covered her nudity by the 

blanket. 

And so I'm back at the start… 



She was watching me, as I came upstairs with the saw again. Her eyes were wet 

with fresh tears. She knew that this was the end. She knew what I was going to do to her 

now. 

   "Are you ready?" I asked her, "Have you said your prayers?"

    "Sandra…" she croaked. "Please!"

    "I'll miss you, my love," I said to her, and for the last time, I bent down to kiss 

her quivering lips. "Goodbye,"

   I forced the makeshift gag into her mouth, to muffle the pained screams I knew she 

would make. Her struggles were weak. I doubt she had the strength to really fight me.

   I climbed on top of the bed, and straddled her. I felt myself growing wet, being close 

to her again, but sex wasn't to be thought of now. Sex was of little importance. I 

started up my saw, watching May's eyes widen in fear. Fear of me, and fear of the end. 

Her fear made my heart beat faster, I plunged the blade into her soft stomach, 

and tore it down towards me, making a big rip. I could see her entrails begging to come 

out, God I was so horny! I dug my real hand into the wound, seizing a handful of her 

entrails and tearing them from her body, victoriously as if they were some sort of prize. 

   May's eyes glazed over and she let out a muffled moan. She'd never been more beautiful 

to me. I bent down to kiss her forehead, and dug my hand deeper inside her, grabbing 

another handful and ripping it from her. I pushed her entrails off the bed and onto the 

floor. I could clean them up later. They weren't good to eat. I could smell that she'd 

soiled the bed again, and I was disgusted. This was part of the killing process but why 

does it have to be so disgusting? I took a knife from a drawer in my bedside table, and 

cut through her small intestine around the area where it connected to the stomach. 

She looked miserable, her organs torn out and the other abdominal organs were ripped out 

with them. I could see her uterus had been torn open, her kidneys were gone. This wound 

had been mortal. I climbed off her and left to grab a garbage bag from the kitchen. I 

could stuff the unwanted things in there. I wasn't interested in her organs. I wanted her 

flesh. 

When I returned to her, I stuffed the disposable pieces into the bag, and I 

looked over at May. Her eyes were wide open and glazed over. I thought she was dead for a 

moment, but then she moaned. I found myself laughing at her. After all this, she 

continued to survive? I was impressed by her hardiness. I tore the gag away from her 

mouth. I wasn't concerned with her screaming anymore. She was too damaged to try it.

   "It hurts, doesn't it?" I asked her. "Don't worry, it'll be over soon. Let go. Die."

   "San…dra…" she whispered. "San…dra…"

   "I'm here, baby. I'm right here,"

Her eyes shifted over to me. There'd once been so much life in those eyes. So much joy, 

and happiness. Those emotions were gone now. 

   "Please… please…" 

I caressed her cheek, her skin was still smooth and warm. Even at the end, she 

maintained that lively glow that I'd fallen in love with in the first place. 

    "It will all be over soon," I whispered to her. As I spoke my hand closed around the 

handle of the knife I'd severed her entrails with. 

I raised the knife, and admired how the moonlight caught it so beautifully through the 

window. May's eyes followed the blade. I could feel her shuddering as death came for her. 

Now was the moment.

   I brought the blade down on her neck, slicing through flesh and bone without much 

effort. Her head rolled away from her body and fell on the floor. It was done. 

Her body spasmed with its sudden death. I left it alone until it stopped, and then I 

undid the straps that had restrained her arms and dragged her corpse to the basement. I 

spent hours finishing the job, butchering her and putting her remains in the freezer. I 

jammed the rest of her unusable organs into the garbage bag with the rest of them. I 

saved her heart and liver and put them in the fridge for tomorrow. I especially looked 

forward to eating the heart. That's always my favorite part.

At around three in the morning, I changed the sheets and cleaned the blood off my bedroom 

floor. May's head had rolled under the bed, and I had to take it out. Her sapphire eyes 

were still open, and every bit as beautiful as they had been in life. Her lips were 

closed in an eternal silence. I kissed her, but it wasn't the same as she'd been in life. 

Why would it be? She was dead. 

I took the head to the basement and left it on the table. I wanted to preserve it. Maybe 

stuff it, and keep it with me. I really did love her. But in the end she was as every 

other lover to me was. Meat. 



     I'll have to make up a story explaining her disappearance. Unlike a lot of my lovers, May 

had a family. I could say she went missing. She won't ever be found though. Her bones 

will be buried in my backyard, and her organs burned.  

   I might bring her family over after they declare her dead. Have a dinner in her honor. 

   There should probably be meat still left over by then. Maybe I'll save some steaks, 

just for the occasion.