It was Thanksgiving yesterday so we each pitched in to put together a feast. Fell peeled and chopped the vegetables, Hart and I did the cooking and Carmine supplied part of the meal with his own flesh. It was nice to work on the meal together and I am glad that Hart seems so much more at ease around Fell and I as of late. We cooked a bit of turkey too, just to keep within tradition as well as to give Hart something to eat as he would not partake of human flesh and I would not force him. As the title of this post suggests, our dinner was wonderful. I guess Carmine turned out to be good for something after all.
In case you’re wondering, Carmine is still alive- though I’d imagine he is starting to wish that was not the case. Oh how he screamed as I cut the meat from him. I told him to stop whining. He raped me, after all. He wanted to get inside me that badly before, so why complain about it now?
Some people just don’t know what they want. He had no response for me and it’s just as well. There was nothing he could say to save himself.
However, being the kind soul that I am and seeing how it was Thanksgiving, I could not bear to let him go without a meal. I have been keeping him fed and watered only enough to stay alive, so he was quite hungry when I finally brought a plate out to him. I took up some of the meat- part of that which I had cut from him earlier- and held it to his lips. He resisted at first, but the promise of the vegetables which were also on the plate, along with my threats of starving him until he ate what was offered broke him down. He wept quietly as he consumed his own flesh. To his credit, he remembered his lesson and did not beg. Once his meal was finished and he had been given some water, I asked him if he was thankful for anything. He stared at me in an apparent loss for words, so I decided to help him.
“You could be thankful that you got a nice cooked meal” I said
“Maybe you’re thankful that you are still alive… or at least that your penis is still attached to your body for now”
He scowled at me. Apparently he still had a little fire left in him, so I decided to snuff that out by stepping on one of his wounds. I continued as he gave out a low, pained cry
“Just think of your good fortune for now…” I said, slowly putting more weight on the wound “Because things could always get worse”
With a smile, I stepped back and left him to his thoughts.
Moving on, I suppose I should tell you what I’m thankful for.
I’m thankful that I made it this far. I’m thankful for the experiences I’ve had- both good and bad- as they led me to where I am; they led me to become part of this wonderful, insane family and to make good friends and fun enemies. I’m thankful for the fact that I can look back upon my life and be satisfied with the choices I have made. It’s a day late, but happy Thanksgiving. And here, have some music
Hey turkey fuckers! The Wolf just handed this over to me and asked if I wanted to say anything so here the fuck we go. I’m thankful that I ended up here with the Wolf. I love her and I know she loves me. I’m thankful to be with someone who actually cared enough about me to get me to a doctor and nurse me back to health when I got hurt instead of just leaving me to die. That’s all I got so happy thanksgiving and fuck your uncle!
Uh I don’t know how I’m supposed to follow that up but here it is. I’m thankful to be alive, to have a roof over my head and food in my belly, and to have a couple friends in this shit storm. I’m also really really thankful that Wolfie doesn’t make me eat people. Yeah.
Happy Thanksgiving and… don’t fuck your uncle?