Coming home early from work I catch you in our house with another woman. In a rage, I kick her out, and demand an explanation from you. After our talk, I'm calmer, but still so sad. You want to make it up to me, you say, but I don't see how you could. I tell you that I once considered us to be one soul in two bodies, and I now view you as a stranger. You tell me that there is a way to become one again, if I eat you. At first I call you crazy, but I've always been a big meat lover, and I'm desperate to feel connected to you again after your infidelity. So I agree to try it. We start with a small amount. I take a piece of you and sear it up like a steak, medium rare. As I begin to devour you, and your juices run down my chin, I exclaim how delicious you are, and I find that I can't stop now. I eat you up bit by bit, feeling more and more connected and at peace with you as I do so, until every last piece of you is gone. I lick up the remaining fluids from my fingers, grease from your fat around my face, and I thank you for your willing sacrifice for fans of : vore , hard vore , eating , swallowing , messy eating , revenge fantasy
