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From:

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Cannibalism

From:

chocodaffodil

Characters: My OCs, Camille and Tessa
Word count: 642
CW for religious mention (Christianity and twisting it) + strangulation (and murder)

Camille wasn’t sure when it started. It being cannibalism. She remembered meals with her family, thanking the Lord, their God, for the food they were able to eat. She remembered her mom talking about how God had made every person in His image, so each person had a piece of God in them.

Eating their flesh and blood was an act of reverence, respecting the divine. It was a way to be closer to God. For even God himself gave his disciples his own flesh and blood to eat.

As a kid, she quietly listened and ate her meals. She didn’t really care about this god back then and she still didn’t now. But the hunger persisted. She couldn’t stop eating human flesh. It was dirty and wrong and disgusting but she supposed that was befitting of her.

She was careful about the murders, picking people whose disappearances wouldn’t be noticed for a time. She cut the bodies up and preserved them so that they would last longer and she wouldn’t have to look for her next meal for a while.

This day was another day to look for food. It was the same routine of wandering the streets, scoping passersby. There weren’t too many people around. When there was no one else in sight, she grabbed a random person about to walk by and pulled them into an alleyway.

She preferred not to make any messes if she could so right now, her hands around their throat were enough to kill them.

It was time to deal with the body. But then she heard a small gasp and looked up. A classmate was standing there. The scene was quite obvious so Camille doubted she could lie her way out of this situation.

She reached for the knife in her pocket. She didn’t want to kill anyone at her school but she didn’t have a choice now if she wanted to keep that girl quiet.

Her classmate likely realized this murderous intent and ran away. Camille cursed. She couldn’t leave the corpse behind in case someone else found it and called the police. Camille shoved the body into the long duffel bag she was carrying and hauled it home.

Her hands shook as she prepared a meal. That girl, her classmate, had seen her. Camille was faintly aware of her. Her name was Tessa. Camille had only briefly talked to her. They weren’t close but Tessa had occasionally asked her questions like what her favorite flower was.

She supposed it didn’t matter if they were close or not. Tessa was going to report her, call the police or the school, tell someone. Camille sighed as she stared at the bloody cutting board. She supposed she was going to get caught eventually. Her mother wasn’t around anymore to help her either.

The next day, Camille took a deep breath and got ready for school. She walked into the classroom, wondering when an announcement would call her to the office. Or maybe everyone in her class already knew too and she’d see it when they stared at her in fear and disgust.

Someone called her name. She looked to see a classmate smiling at her like normal and asking about her day. Other classmates came up to her and struck a conversation. Nothing was out of the norm.

Camille peered towards the back of the classroom, where Tessa was sitting. She saw Camille looking and quickly stared back at her desk. Over the next couple of days, everything was the same. Tessa had not told anyone about what happened.

Camille kept an eye on her when they shared the same classes. Why hadn’t she told anyone yet? A strange feeling had been planted in Camille’s heart and she couldn’t stop thinking about Tessa. She was the only person who knew who Camille truly was.

From:

static_prevails

Ship: Deshavi/Ymira/the Captain (PC), from Mount & Blade
Words: 337
Notes: This is part five of a six-part story.

Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 6

——

On the one hundred twenty-seventh day of the siege, a soldier is executed.

His bunkmate had died in the night, and when they prepared his body for burning, they found that part of his flesh had been cut away. It had been done after death and hastily hidden, and there had been only one plausible culprit. They didn't bother extracting a confession.

You don't attend the hanging - you are on duty with Deshavi at the walls, watching the Swadians behind their fieldworks - but it's impossible not to see or hear.

"I don't like it," Deshavi tells you.

You tilt your head in acknowledgement, waiting for her to explain.

"I'm not saying it's right. Gods help us, nothing is right in this hellhole. But he's not a murderer. Flog him, maybe, but leave it at that."

She glances around. You are alone.

"The man was starving. Surely we can all understand that, can’t we? We’re all desperate, every one of us. He tried to survive the only way he could, without hurting anyone else, and now he’s dead too. It’s not right.”

“The law is the law,” you tell her, “starvation or no.”

“Are you saying that as my Captain, or are you saying that as yourself?”

You look out at the Swadian camp without answering.

After a minute’s silence: “If I die before you -” Deshavi begins.

“You’re not going to die in this castle.”

“We both know you can’t promise me that,” Deshavi says. “If I die here, and you’re still alive, I don’t want you to let me go to waste. Take something they won’t notice - my tongue, maybe. It’s not like I’ll be using it anymore.”

For one hundred twenty-seven days, you have not broken. But you have cracked. You can feel another crack split your soul here and now.

You kneel, feel her startle as you take her hand, feel her tremble as you kiss her knuckles, one by one.

You finish the watch together. Neither of you speaks again.

Edited Date: 2025-07-11 02:42 am (UTC)