Addiction.
Food was her enemy and she was his drug. If she managed to feed herself a cracker with her trembling fingers, they were soon clawing at the back of her throat, bringing it back up. If he didn't pay enough attention to her, she would do it out of boredom, bringing up nothing but blood and strings of bile. With every day that went by, she got sickersicker, betterbetter.
He was addicted, just as much as she was.
546 words. Received third place in Love Knows No Gender contest.
He was addicted, just as much as she was.
546 words. Received third place in Love Knows No Gender contest.
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He wanted to see if she'd eat her ***ing bones.