“I want to be strapped to a table, while a family of chickens argues over who gets to eat my legs.”
“But I couldn't get the image out of my head of the beast strapped to the table, Father humming while the candle wax slowly dripped, and Montgomery assisting. I felt betrayed, as though the boy I'd idolized was nothing more than a fantasy.”
“I want to screw him on the table and make him eat in my bed.”
“I am like a table that eats its own legs off because it’s fallen in love with the floor.”
“I love eating chicken with my bare hands. It makes me want to snarl at people, even more than usual.”
“Ever since I saw you”—she pulled me closer and draped both of my legs over her shoulders. Her eyes blazed with hunger—“I have just wanted to eat you up.”