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it was dinnertime, back at the corps. Cell 4 were sitting at a table by one of the far back corners of the dining hall, Ryujin next to Sayeon and across from them Iseul and Min side by side. They were served chicken soup. they were being overly stingy with the chicken, Sayeon thought.
Iseul was talking about the first time he was on a bike, not with anyone in particular, just directed towards the group in general. It was almost nice, the silence being filled by something was at least.
Sayeon hadn't touched her food yet, she was staring very intently at her reflection looking back at her in the bowl. Her hand was starting to tremble lightly, and she was starting to get goosebumps trailing her spine and arms.
Sayeon started to get tunnel vision, her vision only allowing the bowl and reflection to be noticed.
What is happening.
Sayeon was horrifically blank, why was she suddenly acting like this, there was no reason for her to, yet here she was.
Sayeon started to see herself in that bowl, not her reflection, herself. She started to see the Chicken in the soup become her, become red raw meat that she knew was her. The soup became richer, the liquid became lesser and the flesh took more space, the vegetables that used to float around in the bowl were now gone, and a feeling of want encompassed Sayeon the more she looked at it.
The trembling stopped, all she could see is what's in that bowl. It looked enticing, inviting, beckoning. It wasn't something moving her arm for her, it was Sayeon, scooping her own flesh out of that bowl and raising it to her mouth. She hesitated before she let her lips touch it, she eventually did though, but she didn't chew it just yet, she let the flavor linger, let herself taste it.
It tasted like…
It tasted like her. The flavor was saturated, sickening, guarded, like she had to chew to pry it out. And she did, rather comfortably, like she was meant to eat this, like this was her most natural motion. The texture was soft but chewy, the fiber in it making it hard to separate, her jaw hurt from the chewing.
She tasted sickening, rotting even, but oh so intoxicating. She swallowed, and took another bite, then another, and again she took a bite, until the bowl was empty, clean,until she was gone.
Sayeon had consumed herself, eaten herself, and enjoyed it, wanted it.
She was disgusting wasn't she? Eating her own flesh, finding it enveloping? Her posture was perfect, her head angled forwards and her eyes still locked on that bowl. That empty bowl.
Sayeon wanted more of herself, needed more of herself.
"Sayeon.?" Iseul looked horrified at her, his voice was also heightened, frightened.
And Sayeon was back, back at the dining table in the corner, her cell around her, and blood coating her jaw and running down her wrist and arm.
She had Bitten into the base of her right thumb, the part of her hand with most muscle, so hard that she started bleeding too. She was still biting into her hand while she registered fully what happened, Iseul looked like he just saw a ghost, Min was already a walking ghost but he also had widened eyes and Ryujin just looked at her with a mix of disturbance and interest on her face.
Snap, and it was gone again, and she was back again.
No hallucinations this time, though what remained from the now split timeline was the lust for her own flesh, for her own consumption that Sayeon had.
The trembling started again, it felt more like restlessness, unavoidable. She felt sick. Sayeon needed something, something that was not her own flesh, something similar.
"Ryujin" Sayeon said, with no real motive other than gaining her attention.
Once Ryujin looked over, Sayeon promptly grabbed her arm and started dragging her out of the dining hall.
"Hey hello!? What-" was the last thing Iseul and Min heard from Ryujin as she was dragged out.
Sayeon proceeded through the hallway and into a nearby storage closet, she didn't want anyone else to see them, and the cleaners wouldn't be around right now so the closet was the safest bet. Sayeon had gotten Ryujin into the closet then locked the door behind her, sandwiching Ryujin between her and the door. The closet was rather small so they were just barely pressed up against each other, that and Sayeon having a tendency put her hand on the door behind her, Ryujin thought this was a rather compromising situation.
"Glasses what are-"
"Can i bite you"
"what."
"Ryujin, can i bite you?"
"…" Ryujin didn't reply at first, how could she? what kind of request was this, who just asks someone that out of nowhere??
Sayeon was looking at her with those bright essence filled eyes, Ryujin hated that Sayeon thought she could just do this. The worst part is, for Ryujin at least, was that she kind of wanted it. Ryujin wanted to hate Sayeon, really resent her, she just couldn't, there was just something Sayeon had, something she did, that made Ryujin want her. And similarly, she didn't want to say no to this request.
"fine." Ryujin mumbled.
"Oh, what?" Sayeon needed to be sure she heard that right, she hadn't quite expected Ryujin to say yes just like that.
"I said fine, Glasses, now do your thing you freak." Ryujin was looking at anything and everything but Sayeon, she felt so exposed saying what she did.
Sayeon gently reached out and started tugging at Ryujin's tie, trying to loosen it, she wanted to get to the point that her shoulder and neck meet at. Sayeon could feel Ryujin shiver slightly under her touch when she pulled at her shirt collar to free the area, Ryujin usually had the first button undone on her shirt which was awfully convenient given the situation.
Ryujin was glaring at the area Sayeon had revealed in silence, she was waiting. Sayeon leaned in but didn't sink her teeth in yet, instead looking up and into Ryujin's eyes, as to remind her what she agreed to. Ryujin was nervous, but a calm nervous, one that only made its presence in how clammy her hands were, how tingly she felt or how seemingly hot it made her feel.
Sayeon was high on a power trip induced by Ryujin's permission, it made her sadistically satisfied that even a request like this was agreed to. She still felt that hunger, the need to bite into something, hopefully it not being exactly her own would make her hunger subside. Sayeon's mouth watered at the thought, eating someone, how great that person must be for her to even think of such.
She bit into Ryujin, she was soft, tender, but a little tense. Blood started to peek around the edges of Sayeon's teeth, it was disgustingly potent, and Sayeon loved it. She had bitten down hard on Ryujin's skin, it was bleeding, and no doubt hurt, Sayeon felt tingly, felt her knees become weaker by the taste, she really was such a freak.
Ryujin tasted better to Sayeon than Sayeon did, her flesh was warm, flushed, and she had a far fresher and more deep taste. Her skin added a slight nullifying factor to the other things Ryujin had going on, so the blood mixing its over saturated copper flavor into everything only seemed to compliment it even more.
Ryujin grit her teeth, it was painful no doubt, prolonged, however she enjoyed the hurt. She had let our a low groan through her teeth when Sayeon bit into her, how shameful, she was getting some sort of pleasure from being bitten by Sayeon. She felt her hands slipping from where they were on the door, Ryujin had stabilized herself between Sayeon and the door by pushing slightly on it with both of her palms. Ryujin needed something else to hold onto, so she grabbed at Sayeon's arms, one of which was beside her head, pinning her to the door, the other, holding open her newly bloodstained button up.
Sayeon released Ryujin from her jaws and gave the area a tender lick afterwards, it felt mocking almost, from both parties. Sayeon let go of Ryujin's button up and wiped her jaw inefficiently with her now free hand. She then reached it around Ryujin's jaw & neck and cupped it, Sayeon then flashed a look at Ryujin's lips, then up to her eyes, s if asking permission silently.
Ryujin reciprocated Sayeon's look with a nod, and they kissed, a bloody, nasty kiss. Ryujin felt disgusted by just how much she liked it, but she couldn't revel in her feelings for too long.
The second Sayeon broke the kiss she unlocked the door and left, covering her mouth on the way. Ryujin nearly fell over when Sayeon opened the door, she caught herself on the doorframe in time luckily.
Sayeon felt like she stopped it prematurely, but she didn't want Ryujin to get too comfortable, she needed her to stay confused. She wonders if she should erase what happened, but she decided not to, Sayeon wanted the leverage that this gave her, the control. It felt so gratifying, this thing that she did, she no doubt felt satisfied in her bloody endeavors, in more ways than one.