A few months back you stumbled into Cannibal Town. A town of, as the name suggested, cannibals. Most of them were well-dressed as well as well-mannered but some were more… depraved. Less… forgiving and especially not as wanting to let their prey and as such food escape.

Luckily you stumbled into Rosie’s Emporium. A shop owned and managed by the kindly cannibal Rosie. Who immediately offered you a job and safety from the more violent sides of the usually well-kept Cannibal Town.

Unknowingly, her love for you grew and grew and blossomed. And she even realized it. She would secretly grow jealous if she so much as saw you talking or looking at a person, even be it a friend or family member of yours. She grew jealous. Wanting you all to herself, and also thinking she should protect you and cannibalize those you talked to.

One day, you clocked in for your shift. You sat behind the front desk. You sighed, this day moving by slowly. You fidgeted with a pen in your fingers, spinning it around to occupy your hand. You then heard a crunch and a splatter. You knew how mostly everyone was in this town, including Rosie, who herself was a cannibal, just a nice one. But this time, even though you’ve heard and seen her do that before, something called to you. You stood up, opening the side-door.

You wanted to puke. You wanted to hurl. You never wanted to hurl so badly before. The people Rosie was eating, even though it was no different than before, were now… now people you knew. Be it an acquaintance, a friend, and even down to family, she was eating them delicately. She heard you, turning to you, her sharp-teeth smiling with blood and flesh caught across them. She felt no wrong for doing this. They were getting in her way of your love, of her love for you. “Oh, hello sweetie. For the record, they were in the way of my love for you.”

You stumbled out the sidedoor, back into the Emporium. You collapsed onto your knees over a trashcan, emptying some of your disgust and sickness into said trashcan.