As she placed his plate in front of him, he smiled warmly, excited to dig into his meal consisting of a tender human steak, mash potatoes and green beans.

“This smells lovely dear, where did you get the meat?” The man asks as he stabs the steak and glides his knife through the flesh.

The woman smiles as she pours herself a glass of Riesling, filling it almost to the top. She avoids the question, but he doesn’t seem to notice, he’s too busy shovelling the meat and potatoes into his mouth. His yellowing teeth gnashing down as he barely chews before swallowing.

“I haven’t seen Annie today?” The man asks between bites referring to their live-in housekeeper.

“Haven’t you?” The woman asks taking a long sip of her wine. “How odd, I saw her just earlier.”

The man ignores her and finishes his meal only then noticing she hasn’t even started.

“What’s wrong dear? You’ve not even touched your steak.”

“I’m just not hungry” she smiles as she takes another sip of wine.

“Pass it here then” the man extends his hands.

The woman pushes the plate over to the man and again reaches for her wine.

“Sorry I’m late!” A hurried voice rushes into the room.

“Ah, there you are Annie, I was worried you weren’t going to make an appearance. I so enjoy having you for dinner.”

The woman smiles with a slight laugh as Annie who pulls herself a chair.

“That’s good, I’m glad you’re enjoying me.”

“Very much so,” the man smiles. “Darling you should have killed Annie sooner.”

The woman glugs down the rest of her wine before pouring another glass.

“I like you Annie,” the woman looks at the glass and shakes her head deciding to just drink straight from the bottle. “I didn’t want you to die, I really didn’t, but you just had to go and be like the other little whores my husband.” She glares at the man across from her. “Can’t keep his hands off.”

The man ignores her frustrations and continues enjoying his wife’s portion of Annie steak.

Annie looks sympathetically at the woman and reaches over resting a cold hand on her wrist. The woman glances over at her and realises she’s gesturing to the husband.

The woman puts the bottle down and gets up from her seat. She makes her way round the table and places a hand on her husband’s shoulder.

“You know dear?” She leans down and whispers in his ear as he swallows a bite of steak. “I am hungry after all.” She smiles as she slices his throat from behind with the steak knife she’d concealed in her hand.