I stood ready
knife in hand
as I grasped
the chicken breast
a sudden flashback
to a time before
when I was slowly
chopping you to bits
It must have been
the memory
your implants
so firm
so soft
arousing
enticing
the lust I now felt
As the knife slowly
cut through your
limbs, your shaking
stopped, silence once
more reigned in the
kitchen of fools
Today I’m cooking
Curry for two with
pudding on the
House
A @thatrandomprompt prompt
