Raw Meat

I love my steak medium-rare. It’s always tasted the best that way. One day, I felt the urge to have it cooked rare and try it like that. It was amazing and flavorful; so much better than medium-rare. It started happening slowly, at first, and then gradually started happening more and more. What am I talking about? Raw meat. I craved it. I wanted to eat it all the time. My wife stopped buying steak, as she found it unhealthy for me to eat raw meat all the time. One night, I grew weary of the constant battle with my wife on what I should and shouldn’t eat, so I bit her and took a nice big chunk out of her throat. She tasted so sweet that I had to have more. Her screams died out as I ate more of her. Her blood was smeared down my chin and had started pooling on the floor beneath us. I cradled my wife’s body in my arms, whispered “I love you” and continued to finish her off.