3 Minute Binges

I resolved this by holding her hair back and butting the crown of my head full force into her throat. She gurgled as the blood rose to her lips. I drank from her deeply, her warmth filling my mouth and sliding down my throat...

I took one step closer—reached my hand toward her—her eyes lifted. Her etched cheeks wet with freshly spoken tears. I stood frozen—my love was not dancing, but writhing in pain! I had not stumbled upon a celebration of life, but a procession of death... 

I couldn’t help but smile and regretted it immediately. I licked the blood from my lips and sputtered and tripped down the ridge toward my treasure...

The tortilla—like cardboard—the meat, tinged an odd green. But just barely. Probably just sauce...

The only problem he had was feeding them. The smell he could get used to. The little clattering noises they made with their teeth...