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Dallon’s POV
Being dead is hard work, my body has to fix itself over the 12 hour period. My mind gets to rest though, my whole life replays in my head like a movie. I forget every memory right when it passes, except for the things I knew when I died. Brendon kissing me was the last thing that happened, I was bludgeoned.
My bed feels so soft under me, I open my eyes, I’m looking directly at my favorite night-light. There’s no blood around me, I graze my hands over my body, avoiding my cock. I know I’m definitely hard, I’m always hard when I come back to life. The time on my hello kitty digital clock is 1am but I don’t feel tired at all. I sit up, yawning lightly, my head hurts and I’m hungry.
I look around the room to see if anything changed, closet with clothes, plushies, toys, hmm… no. Nothing’s changed, and there’s nobody in bed with me. I want to see someone, watching people sleep isn’t my hobby, but I do it sometimes when I feel alone. I stand, teaching myself how to walk again, I’m pretty good at it! I move my arms around to stretch my body out, then I walk over to the closet. I put a baggy t-shirt on and some boxers, hehe, I love this shirt. It says “who, what, when, where, wine!” on the front, Brendon got it for me.
I walk out my door, fidgeting with my hair as always, yanking and pulling at the longer strands and letting my fingers graze over my shorter undercut. I search for an open door, just in case Ryan or… Brendon… left their door open so I could just watch from the doorframe. No, it seems that every door is closed except my own. I see something down the hallway, it smells like a dead body over there, someone must be cooking something horrible.
Small steps take me toward the kitchen, where the thing is laying, his hair moist with blood. Brendon. I’m so glad to see Brendon.
“Hi Brendon.”
No response, I kneel down to him and smile at his pretty face, his eyes are open and he looks so scared!
“Don’t you look funny, my Brenny?”
I press a kiss to his slack lips, he smells so tasty, I reach his arm up to his head to reveal his armpit. He always used to do this to me, I lean down and sniff his armpits, smells exactly like him. He is gorgeous.
“You want me to take your clothes off so I can see your body.”
I bring my head back from his armpit to stare at the extent of him, he is covered in blood, so messy! I pull him to lay flat on the floor, taking his clothing off swiftly, throwing all the pieces in a pile near the fridge. His boxers come off last, and his hard cock bobs lightly.
“Hehe, you’re so hard! Look at all that gunk coming out of your cock, eww!”
It’s a disgusting scene when I press down on his bladder and he pees, adding to the gunk all over his penis, it doesn’t look like cum, more like discharge.
“Brendon, you’re nasty. You’ve already made a huge mess!”
I cross my arms, he doesn’t move. He looks tempting when he’s staying so stagnant there. I’m so hungry, and I don’t know what meal I want. But, I look at him and notice that he looks appetizing, he would fill me up so very nicely. I stand and find a long, sharp knife. I press it down on his thigh, meaty enough for a meal, I think.
“Do you like this, master?”
Hack, hack, hack. The look of his inner muscle is weird. I cut out a chunk, a piece of skin comes along with it.
“I love you so much, I’m gonna eat this now.”
I stand, leaving the knife on the floor next to my owner. A plate is suddenly in my hands, I guess I picked that up just now, I put the slab of meat on the plate and put it in the microwave.
“Bren, how long do I put it for?”
I nod, 50 seconds sounds good. The microwave makes funny sounds, Brendon always loves to tease me about the way I react to the mmmmm…
“So mean!”
I look down at my hands, red. My hands are in my mouth, they taste like weird salty metal. I lick all of the red off.
“Did you put this on my hands? Can you put some on yours?”
Beep-beep! The microwave is done, I excitedly grab my meal out of it and sit at Brendon’s head, looking down at him.
“Look how tasty!”
I use my hands to pick it up, he taught me manners, but he’s not pressuring me to use a fork right now. I sink my teeth in the meat, ripping it apart with my canines. It squirts some red juice on my shirt, I feel tears well up.
“N-No… not my shirt…”
I start eating more aggressively, I feel so angry, how could this happen? I chew quickly, taking bites quicker. The meat is cold on the inside, classic microwaves! The piece of meat is finished so quickly, I don’t even notice when I chew on the skin, swallowing it all beautifully.
“I bet you’re so proud of me for eating, I don’t feel good, I feel angry.”
More tears well up in my eyes, not because of the shirt anymore. I don’t feel good, how many times will my mind repeat that? I don’t feel good, so I sink my teeth in Brendon’s stomach, riiippppp… a chunk of meat is in my mouth now. I’m starving, my tears are salting the exposed meat on the body. I finish chewing and swallow, my belly isn't even a quarter full. Tears stop suddenly.
“Look at how that looks, I want to try that!”
I point at the muscle looking part, the one that doesn't have skin on it, that my tears salted so nicely for me. My teeth sink so far into it that— fluids hose out of the body. I did get a nice chunk in my mouth though, I bring my head back to get a big picture of the liquids coming out. They’re all different colors, it’s like a rainbow! I swallow and giggle, looking at Brendon’s pretty face.
“I love rainbows too, oooh, look how pretty your lips are.”
Kissing Brendon is so nice, but every time I press my face close to his, blood appears on his cheeks and lips.
“Oh no, what’s wrong? Why is there blood?”
I kiss him, bite his lip.
“Oh, me?”
I put my hand to my face and feel the wetness, I pull my hand back, my fingers are coated in blood.
“You’re so right, it is romantic.”
I kiss him again, bite his lip again, bite his lip. Bite his lip until a part of it comes off. Bite his top lip until another part comes off. I take a break to chew before eating his lips off of his face. I giggle, he’s so funny! His lips are so nice to chew, and the skin around them. I don’t like the stubble, though, next time, he should shave before we kiss. I swallow what I have in my mouth.
“Mmm, I’m just a little bit more hungry, I need to be full!”
I crawl over to his dick again, it looks so good. I don’t want to eat it, I climb on top of him, straddling him.
“You love me.”
I sink my entrance on his dick, there’s barely anything to lube me up, but I get an idea. I grab one of the organs and squirt it all over our private parts.
“Stoppp, I’m not that smart…”
I ride him better now, the blood and fluid lubes me up so well, he feels so good inside of me. I reach into the body and grab a pretty looking organ, it’s a heart, I think. I tear some connecting bits off of it and pull it from the body. Wow, gorgeous.
“This is my love for you!”
I take a bite, blood splatters everywhere through the tube things at the sides. I ride him harder now, I’m a moaning mess as I chew on the wet food in my mouth. I take another bite, chew, chew, swallow.
I hear a voice come from the hallway, “Dallon? Where are you, bunny?” I think it’s Ryan, he’s gonna be so mad at the mess! Eek!
Bite, bounce, chew, chew, bounce, bounce, swallow, bounce. I can feel myself getting closer to orgasm, Brendon is so talented.
“B-Brendon! F-Fuck!”
I take the last bite of the heart, Ryan steps in through the doorway, I cum all over Brendon with a loud moan.
All I can hear is a loud shriek.
Ryan grabs me, taking me off of my boyfriend and putting me in the shower immediately. “DALLON, WHAT DID YOU JUST DO?”
I start to cry, he’s being so mean, so so mean! “W-Why are you taking me off of him?”
He meets my eyes, he looks so terrified. “Dallon, I’m gonna help you take a shower now.”
“I want Brendon!” I squirm as he turns the water on, I can feel the sticky blood on my body coming off. He strips my shirt and throws it in the trash, same with my pants. I scream and cry, how could he do this to me? “My shirt!”
“You are gorgeous, I’m going to cuddle you all night long when we sleep tonight. I’ll give you so many kisses, we’ll laugh ourselves to sleep. We can listen to some music, and dance when we wake up, won’t that be fun? Look at how your hair is getting so nice and long, pretty, pretty boy.”
I thrash at him, but I feel something rise up my throat, so I pause. “Vomit.”
Ryan gasps and brings the trash can to my lips, I spew red, just red. Chunks of raw meat come with. He’s crying, I notice that. I finish vomiting quickly and lay down in the shower, letting him clean me.
“We can go to the mall soon, how about that, we’ll get you a few new plushies!”
“I-I like plushies.”