Artificial Flavors Included

Against my grinding teeth, the flimsy flesh succumbs to my ravenous desires. I feel it break away from its vestige, feeling its degradation. No response comes from the victim; it merely sits in the solitude, aware that it cannot and will not survive.

The taste sends me into shivering ecstasy. The sweet mixture dances around with my tongue in a gruesome parade, and reluctantly is swallowed with a sense of satisfaction. Soon the frenzy begins, and I am unable to control the speed in which I deplete the sacred resource. After an eternity of selfish indulgence, I lick my lips with a grimness that the session with my prey is over. I rise from where I stand, and walk away, unwavering determination filling my veins.

With a sly smile and gentle movement of my arm, I toss the remnants of my victims away. I watch it flutter into trash can with a gentle motion. With the proceedings of burial out the way, I return to the depriving station of my desk, wondering when my partner will arrive with lunch. I curse myself for not bringing more snacks. My hunger is not contained, and I dwell on the flavor still fresh inside my mouth.

Gummy bears sure are delicious.