Well Earned Meal.

wake up
wake up little fox
you can pretend to be dead all you wish but i know you are awake
i want to tell you a story
about your friend sonic
and how he was my greatest dish
it started with his toes
his juicy little toes i cut them off with a cleaver and ate them straight from the bucket they fell in
i couldn’t start with his head i had to hear his screams
every time he would yelped and screamed and moaned and sobbed it made my heart skip a beat
once i had feasted on the toes i started to carve his feet
the skin had to be cut off and enjoyed by itself
his bones were some trouble to cut out but it quite necessary
his feet were delectable little fox
even without the skin i could taste the sweat
the years of running he had done did nothing to ruin the sweet flavor
i had him attached to the table but that couldn’t stop me
not when i had to eat his legs
i had to break his knees bending his leg up so that i could have them then and there
it was sorely needed
it was so juicy
the blood sputtered and leaked all over me but i didnt care
sonic was screaming nonstop now
i almost fainted
but i had to stay awake for him
for my dish
all that was left was his bones on his legs
his dirty thing laid in the middle but those things usually weren’t tasty
but for the full experience i grabbed my cleaver again and sliced it off
i swallowed his thing whole and nearly choked on it
it helped in keeping me awake the sensation of choking on it
helped me focus on the best part
i took my knife and sliced him open
it glazed through the skin and muscle easily
i dug my fingers deep inside of him and pulled as hard as i can
the screams had turned into whimpers
tears had started to fall down his cheek
i licked it up
seasoning for the main course
his chest was split open and revealed everything to me
his precious organs
it became a frenzy
i started to rip them out one by one and shoving them into my mouth
my jaw broke out of place from how much i was eating
i couldnt care less
it was paradise
he was so wonderful
he stopped his screams when i ate his lungs
a shame but an expected one
i got impatient and skipped ahead
his face had to come next
a macabre kiss for my greatest meal
first was his lips
then his nose
his cheeks
his brow
and then his eyes
full of juice
i slammed his head against the table until his skull broke through
picking my fingers in i cracked it open like a walnut
his brain was the second best part of him
right behind his heart and feet
the rest of him was an afterthought
not worth mentioning to you
but the story had to be told
because if thats how i treated your hero

imagine what ill do to you