Did this when drunk one night, if your even a lil squeemish, don't read it. You HAVE been warned.
I have only loved an Angel
By A High Class Butcher
It is midnight now, soon they will come for me, I am sure of it. I do not have long to write these few words, but write them I will. I want the world to know. About her beauty. About her calm, measured company in times of crisis. Her tenderness. And her breasts. Christ her breasts.
I have done so many bad things.
She wasn't the first, young red haired lass a couple of years ago, but she meant nothing to me. Cheap, Worthless, Dissatisfying. Like a bit of scraggy end. She started well, but then she turned.
Robin was different.
When did I first meet her? Is it only a year ago? The restaurant Baratie. Blazing hot. The smell of beautifully cooked foods. I was looking for somewhere to go. There'd been an ugly incident with a lady urinating extravagantly in the Gents. At that time Robin was stepping out with a fellah with whom I was on nodding terms. That weirdo Sanji. He was whispering something in her ear. But I knew she had no interest in him.
She looked straight at me with those beautiful eyes. I suddenly felt alive, as though my body was on fire. I just prayed that I wouldn't do it again. I wouldn't. I mustn't
Our first conversation was polite enough. Formal. I asked her about her interests. But she was shy, I could tell by the redness on her face. Sanji told me that she had not had any many friends. That was it. She was unbroken. At that moment, I knew I must have her.
She must have known what was in my mind for she served me well with my meal, she even stopped to talk. Although she had never known a man properly, I vowed she would. Aye!
I talked terms with Sanji, trying to get her out of that stinking job, but he would have none of it. He is an uncouth man. When he took over that business from the old geezer he seemed to be different than usual. It was right that I should take her. Sanji left, leaving us in peace. I asked her what she thought of him, she told me she needed the bathroom and left, I needed no other encouragement.
That night, the night I took her, was moonless. I opened the door and strode across the room where the brute was keeping her. Thought I heard a voice behind me. I managed to wake her, she smiled, and never would I forget that journey home. The terror of discovery. The heat of anticipation. Our footsteps echoed on the silent road home. I felt like Jack in Jack and the Beanstalk but not the same. No magic beans would take this beauty away from me.
Oh my love, my love, maybe it is a good thing I will have to leave. The clock is ticking. It has begun again and it might have finished you, like her. I am sorry, so sorry.
Oh my love those were the golden days. Little runs out on the moonless nights. Sharing a joke, cosy evenings by the fire, feeding you anything you wished into your drooling mouth.
And our passion. God those nights, I'll miss those nights. You full and firm, not long before our child. The milk! the milk! the milk!!!
But soon enough the shadow of suspicion fell across your eyes, I know you lost him, it wasn't our fault. I could still see the little changes. An averted glance. Love becoming lies. Oh what you made me do to you!
I tried to ignore, pretend it wasn't so. But the rage grew in me. It was rotten. Like a bucket of liver and lights that had turned in the heat. My tools were downstairs. My blade was sharp. I had to. Like before. Like with her.
The first cut was the hardest. Just a slice I thought to myself. I knew you had those powers, powers to sprout whatever body part you needed; I didn't think it would hurt you this much. I took it off your rump first where you would miss it the least, I knew you always spoke about how much you wanted to take it off. I fried it and ate it before your sleeping form. It was exquisite.
But I was sorry afterwards. So sorry. I cleaned and dressed the wound. You would heal. Then I redressed you. Like a lady. The lady you are. Were.
It would never happen again I said, but of course it did. I am a monster. You tasted so great. So sorry.
It is as well that all is up with me. You will live, or most of you. I hope you will come visit me, I know how much you loved me before, after.
One thing comforts me, Whatever I have done to you my love, my Robin, to you it is nothing compared to…the special stuff. As they say, they know it's wrong but it tastes so good. It is a substance of darkness, far far worse than any could imagine, and as this is by way of a confessional I feel it is only right to reveal the true nature of the special stuff.
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