The wax beneath the steel tub hissed as another tea light drowned in its own liquid remains. Two hundred tiny flames—now one hundred and ninety—licked upwards. Heat crept up my calves and tingled on my skin. Not scalding. Not yet. Just... persistent. Like fingertips stroking the inside of my thigh. My pulse was racing. *Concentrate, Knight. You're testing a hypothesis, not booking a massage.*


I felt the heat, I thought of those women, how they were cooked in those cannibal stories. I can slowly understand their feelings. That thrill, that sexually arousing warmth, now I felt it too. I felt the desire to become food myself. I thought of those names, women, girls, sometimes just old enough to be described in those fetish stories.Jessica Valerie, Sarah, Sofia and Sydney.