- Tequila lined our shelves more then food. That still could have been okay, Except with the massive consumptions of alcohol came beatings-

- Upon a twelve year old Viktor. Me. I believed over the years this was my fault the abuse I took was both psychical and mental. The harsh -

- Reality of it was despite the abuse I loved my mother without fault. I was a bad child. What I wouldn’t realized to much later on, Is -

- That my mother had created a monster, One night creeping up to my twentieth birthday when I should have been proud I had passed an exam -

- I found myself pressing my mothers face against the hot plate of out cooker.. The smell of burning skin her screams for help. The terror -

- It all brought the monster she had created forward. It woke him up and that, Was the first night I had my most favorite meal of all. A -

- Mother is meant to protect and provide for her young, To ensure their safety and feed them well.. That’s what my mother did. She gave me -

- A meal that I would never forget, A meal that would entice me and haunt me at the same time.. As I ate at her cooked flesh and the not so-

- Cooked flesh, I found that my meals would never be brought from a store again instead would be picked up from anywhere I pass. Five years-

- I consumed countless amounts of humans, Their bodies providing nutrition I craved, But the more I consumed the more I saw my mother. Her -

- Being despite dead followed me everywhere and I had no chance of shaking it off, Even while I was preparing a 12 year old girl for my -

- Meal and I was caught by the authorities.. I saw her standing there with her famous “I told you so” smirk. Even while I stood I court -

- Deemed a danger to myself and people, While they sentenced me to Saint Vincent’s she stood there smirking her famous smirk at me. And -

- Now as I sat on my 100th day of self solitude awaiting a nurse to enter the room and tell me I could be released into general population -

- Amongst the others that screamed down the hallow walls of Saint Vincent’s hospital.. I saw Veronika Volkov standing in my room her smirk -

- In place all while whispering in a haunting tone.. “Eat them before they eat you”.. Closing my eyes I drew in a deep gasp of air all -

- Imaging myself devouring the nurses that wandered these fucking hallways with their smug as fuck smiles]

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