We asked her who, who she dreamed of?
"HIM" is all she said, pointing to the castle on top the hill. We were told the remaining member of the family lived on the hill in an ancient castle. Then Veronica went missing.
Nicole was next. She started rubbing her body down daily with butter. It was for HIM she said. He'd want her buttered nicely for roasting. She said she dreamed of slow roasting, tied to a rotisserie over hot coals. Of his lips upon her, his tongue tasting her semi cooked flesh. Smelling herself roast, feeling him baste her flesh as she roasted. Him tasting her, eating her. We had reported Veronica missing and were freaked out by Nicole. Gee, the phone seemed to go on the blitz when Nicole turned up missing.
It was only Stevie and me. Stevie said she was having dreams. Dreams of a tall dark handsome man, like a vampire movie she said. He wanted her, needed her. He called to her to come to him, join to him and give herself over to the pleasures of the flesh. He wanted, needed to consume her...but it would be oh so pleasurable. They would have sex first on the dining room table where she would be served and eaten. Then they would have sex in the kitchen where he would prepare her. She dreamed of him telling her how tasty she would be as they coupled on a kitchen counter. He was planning on slow simmering her with herbs in a pot. Of putting her on a plate, her skin turned red, coated with oil and seasonings and eating her. Eating her alive, her offering herself to him.
I wanted to think it was only a nightmare because of Veronica and Nicole disappearing. Stevie too said he was in the castle on the hill waiting for her. She started taking baths with seasoning herbs in the water. She was purposefully trying to gain weight. Startling for a woman who had previously set her sights on becoming a model. Stevie disappeared a few days ago and the phone still isn't working.
The authorities tried to come and interview me, but I overheard a servant tell them I'd left. The servants are in on it too! They ply me with food, eyeing me eagerly for weight gain. I've started to have the dreams. In them he calls to me, whispers to me in my dreams. He urges me to come to him, to give myself over to him and the pleasure he will give.
Deadly pleasures, pleasures that begin with sex and continue to me being baked and eaten alive. In the dreams he tells me how sweet and pleasurable it will all be for me. My death won't be wasted, for he must feed. He wants me, needs me. I'm loosing the battle. I found myself just this morning rubbing my body down with a peeled orange. For him, I was doing it for him. Now I have this desire to bath in wine. It will marinate me so beautifully for him. I want his touch on my body, his penis in me, his caress's, his kisses, his tongue tasting, his teeth eating me.
