I have dark fantasies about cannibalism. I hate most people. The Texas Chainsaw Massacre is one of my favorite movies and has provided inspiration for some bloody feasts. John is a dark accomplice of mine. He invited me to his family dinner. He hates his family, so I slipped some roofies in everyone’s cocktails. Not enough to make them pass out, but enough to make them unable to resist John and me. His brother was the worst, so we started with him. I went into the kitchen and came back with a chainsaw. I took that chainsaw to John’s brother. Blood spurted everywhere. I took his arms and legs to cook first. I used his torso like a turkey and stuffed it. John had a hardon watching me dismember his brother. Blood had splattered on his face. I kissed him. We snowballed his brother’s blood. We planned on killing all of his family, but we realized that would be way too much meat for us to consume or even store.
His family was covered in his dead brother’s blood. They were high on my special cocktail still and thought this was some elaborate hoax. John tied his remaining family to their seats while I prepared the main course. I came back a couple hours later and served his family dinner. They were starting to come around but still a tad loopy. I just gave them more wine. I had seasoned, stuffed, and cooked John’s brother. The torso and the limbs. I served the torso as a turkey and the limbs as wings, leg and thigh meat. He was sweet and tender to perfection. John had breast meat. I had a yummy thigh. We force fed his family the rest of his brother. I told them they were eating Barry, but they did not believe me because it was so yummy. Human flesh is very delectable, especially the way I make it. It is all in the seasoning. What kind of fucked up taboo role play do you have for me?
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