A sweet scent that stimulates the salivary glands drifts through the air. The fragrance, encountered for the first time, is so ecstatic that it makes my vision blur, quietly pushing me toward a point of no return.

Unaware that it has become a sacrifice birthing desire.

As I take another step toward the source of the smell, my breath grows shallow. My mind clouds over, thoughts slowing down while my senses sharpen.

This is clearly strange.

I should know better, I should stop,

...But I can't move my feet.

It's sweet. It's so sweet, I can't stand it.

I want to consume your flesh and blood.

The moment you fall into my hands. I want to open my mouth wide, bite into you, chew, and savor the taste, scent, and texture lingering in my mouth for a long time—I don't want to let go of that sensation of you slowly melting away.