Sweet

by Howl Avery

Indirect cannibalism

How can cannibalism be indirect?

He is exactly what I need right now. Questionable self-esteem. Possibly dependent. Eager to please. And just so sweet.

Maybe it’s beginner’s luck. Or maybe I already found that special someone I’m looking for—the one. The next guy I’m going to kill.

Purple Puppy: This is why I like talking to you so much. You have a great personality and you’re not afraid to use it. Thanks, babe. I made this one just for you.

He’s got him already!

Pursuing the object of my desire offers limited satisfaction, since what I want most is to be pursued.

Will’s proven to be somewhat needy and eager, yet I also had him pegged for anxious and bashful. Now, I’m not so sure anymore. I’m starting to doubt. Not only my instincts about him, but all of this.

I can’t even pretend they’re two different guys now. Fuck. It’s enough to get my eye to twitch, that’s how hard I’m working not to lose my shit in public. Needless to say, this may not work out now. I don’t know about killing someone I know.

Witnessing him interact with someone else only drives the point home. The plan is back on. I’ll be damned if I let anyone else have him.