Human cannibalism

Candles lit the table,

all white and burning bright.

A couple bites into the spaghetti she had realized those weren't meatballs, those were eyes. Human eyes! Staring right back at her with a lifeless light. Oh the fright. Suddenly, her insides did not feel alright.

"Keep on eating or you will not make it through the night ma Cherie"

Yelled the chef from behind a closed, dusty, kitchen door.

Staring at the eyeballs, that stared back at her, she knew if she did not clean the plate of this meal, she would be the next one on it.

So she did what she must do in order to survive and ate each individual eye one by one. Each harder to swallow than the last.

By the time she had gotten to the spaghetti, she did not even feel ready.

The chef came to the table with a jar of Ragu to add some more sauce. At least she thought, until the blood poured out.

She picked up her fork shaking, with tears streaming down her face, as she placed the fork into the spaghetti and twirled it slowly.

She looked down and could still feel the eyes staring at her, although she had already eaten them.

The first bite of the noodles drenched in human blood tasted like a mouthful of metal. The taste was much stronger than the eye balls, but the density was nothing compared to the shredding of the eyeballs going against her teeth.

The blood going against her tongue, however, felt like it stung. The smell of metal covered the kitchen so badly that you would have assumed it was a factory.

Soon, her plate was as clean as it was before the meal was prepped on it. It practically was shining. She didn't miss a spot.

"Now time for dessert, ma Cherie".

She could feel her now cannibalistic stomach drop.

She whimpered as loudly as her fear allowed for.

The kitchen door swung open, in one hand he held a silver plated serving tray high in the air with a sense of pride.

In the other hand, he held a stainless steel chef knife.

As the chef walked nearer, her heart beat began to race with each coming step.

A smile plastered the chef's face, one that she had never seen before from anyone.

"Thank you very much for the spaghetti and desert" she said in hopes of rationalizing with the chef who had clearly gone mad. "Your very welcome ma Cherie, I saved the best for last". He joyfully said as he placed the enclosed dish in front of her.

"And what might this be?" She questioned with cracks in her voice from pure disgust and fear.

Silence filled the room for a few seconds.

She lifted her shaky hand towards the silver plater, revealing what was inside.

The sight made her release a blood curdling scream as she stared down at her 8 month old baby.

"Bon appetite"

Whispered the chef.