More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
‘Cravings? You know, any unusual patterns on what you want to eat? The baby has certain needs and requirements, and whatever it wants, you have to provide.’
Without thinking, she did something that she’d done her entire life, entirely without thinking. She put the finger in her mouth.
Guiltily, she clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth and swallowed the remaining residue. It wasn’t bad at all. In fact, it was rather sweet.
The nearer it got, the more her stomach growled, aching for it. Slowly, and not without disgust, she put the slimed fingers into her mouth and sucked the pungent juice from them. Before she knew it, she was lapping at the other fingers, sucking at the spaces between them, and licking her brown smeared palms.
Her head was dizzy. How could she do something so disgusting, debasing, unsanitary, and not to mention insane?
Without thinking, she took it and put it in her mouth and sucked on it, squeezing the bag like a child drinking a fruity drink from a straw.
‘Are you enjoying daddy?’ she whispered, after swallowing another mouthful.
In her twisted fever, she put her lips around the seeping hole and sucked.
BY THE TIME she got home, there were four missed called from the hospital and three voicemail messages. All of them were from the same number as earlier. She ignored them, removed her clothing, washed her face, and went straight to bed. She knew what they wanted anyway. Roger was dead! Boo-hoo! She had a baby to feed.
A soiled smile crept over her face as she pointed to her belly. ‘I’ve got cravings,’ she mumbled.
