I don’t understand why he hates me. All I did was kiss his hungry lips. He asked for it. He begged me to tear the damp pink flesh from his face, exposing his teeth for me. His smile was beautiful.

Blood dripped down his chin as he let out a gurgled scream. He sank to his knees and buried his head in his hands. He was beautiful.

Those tears rolled down his smooth cheeks as they mixed with the blood pouring from his mouth. He asked for it, I am sure of it—my favorite snack. He loves me. And I love him back.