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- >Be Anon.
- >You're married to a calico cat who happens to be a professional chef.
- >After a few years of marriage, she leaves town for a month to study new recipes abroad.
- >Comes home... different.
- >She was always quiet, but now rarely speaks at all, using terse, matter-of-fact sentences when she does.
- >Her pleasingly soft, melodic voice is even more ethereal sounding now.
- >She has an almost perpetual, tiny smile on her face
- >And her cooking...
- >It was always good, but it became spectacular with her studies.
- >But... something is wrong.
- >She firmly changes the channel any time you try to watch the news, a worrying frown crossing her face.
- >She goes out to get ingredients every few days; when asked from where, her only answer is "Town."
- >She used to cook a lot of greens; now not a meal goes by without her cooking meat.
- >She vehemently refuses to let you watch her cook, when she used to love having an audience.
- >In public, she sometimes stares silently at random passersby.
- >One time, you saw her lick her lips at a mouse man passing by her.
- >She's started using more "flavorful" terms to describe people.
- >"Zesty" when she would've once said "grouchy".
- >After a few months of this, you come home from work early one day.
- >She rushes out to greet you, still in her apron.
- >...which is stained red in places.
- >She casually waves off any questions with "Tomatoes."
- >Keeps a close eye on you, occasionally blocking your path if you head towards the kitchen.
- >Normally this wouldn't be a problem, but she's pretty fit despite her job.
- >Eventually, you relent and go to the living room, asking her to bring you a beer.
- >She complies and opens the can with a claw, smiling.
- >You can't help but notice more "tomato" stains on her claws.
- >She follows your gaze, frowns, and licks her claws clean before smiling and patting you on the head.
- >"Supper will be done soon."
- >She heads back into the kitchen, then stops before going in
- >"Anon, stay here. I want this meal to be a surprise."
- >Her voice is concerningly serious despite her smile...
- >She enters the kitchen, only emerging hours later with an extremely appetizing steak dinner.
- >Her eyes practically light up when you tell her you enjoyed it.
- >"I'm glad. Good meat is hard to find."
- >"Where did you find it, anyway? This is the best steak I've had in a while."
- >Her pupils narrow to slits.
- >"...I got it in town."
- >"Where from? You should go there more."
- >She actually frowns a little.
- >"...they were going out of business."
- >"Oh, that sucks."
- >Her smile returns as she nods.
- >Go out shopping with her one day.
- >You check out at a store, and the cashier, a doe, starts flirting.
- >She wears a hibiscus in her hair.
- >Your wife suddenly shows up next to you and silently shows off her ring, smiling at the doe.
- >The deer woman apologizes, looking a bit intimidated.
- >As you leave, your wife stares over her shoulder at the cashier.
- >She goes out for ingredients the next day.
- >After another long day of cooking, she serves up some expertly seasoned venison.
- >She smiles and asks you for your opinion on something she picked up today.
- >Turns around to show off..
- >A hibiscus, tucked behind her ear.
- >"I thought it looked nice."
- >Assure her you like it.
- >Go to return something to that clothing store the next day...
- >The doe cashier is gone.
- >That night, you lie awake, haunted by your thoughts.
- >...there's not a store in this COUNTY that sells venison.
- >Plus, your wife always walks to town when she goes after ingredients, so it's not like she went to another county...
- >Then there's that flower. It's not impossible she went out and bought one identical to that of the cashier, but it's certainly fueling some... uncomfortable speculation.
- >There's one more thing...
- >You checked the news on your phone after she went to sleep...
- >There's a missing persons report out for the doe.
- >Maybe it's because it's 3 AM, but you shudder as your mind slowly formulates a conclusion.
- >...
- >Dear god.
- >Things you had passed off as innocuous are suddenly thrust into a new light.
- >You think of every gift she's given you since she came home from abroad. The watch, exactly like the one your old boss wore. A leather wallet that looked... oddly worn in.
- >Then there's the undeniable pattern with her menu.
- >A cow woman made some comment about cats when your wife walked by. You had hamburgers the next day. That doe flirted with you. You had venison the next day.
- >You can only draw one conclusion, and you do so with a shudder.
- >Your wife is not only a serial killer...
- >...she's serving her victims up to you.
- >Disgust wells up in your stomach.
- >Have you really been eating PEOPLE?
- >How could your sweet, loving wife do something like this on a regular basis?
- >You roll over and look at her, feeling rather sick as your eyes scan her face.
- >Even in her sleep, that faint smile lingers. Her fangs poke out of her mouth slightly, and for a moment you swear they look sharpened...
- >...get a hold of yourself, Anon. You're reading too far into a series of coincidences.
- >You're happily married to a kind woman who happens to be a hell of a chef. SURELY she's not actually dangerous.
- >With a quiet grumble, she throws an arm roughly over you, pulling you close.
- >Looks like her claws are stained again. You carefully reach for your phone, using the light to get a better look.
- >Sure enough, each of her claws is stained red. A faint whiff of blood hits your nose...
- >Your heart skips a beat when your wife grumbles again, her eyes nearly fluttering open.
- >You quickly put your phone away and lay back down, struggling to fall asleep.
- >She pulls you closer, claws digging into your shoulder, and begins to purr.
- >You never thought that sound would chill you to the core.
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