The 7 deadly sins

I don't remember what happened that night. I remember running in the woods and next thing I know is that they brought me here. This mansion in which I call my home. I don't remember my old family or life, but I think they were Southern? How absurd.

My days are same most of the time. Wake up, get dressed in my red gown which fits my orange figure perfectly, and go to my dining room to get my daily meal. This might sound crude but I want feasts from across the seas! The most disturbing food you can find, I'd happily eat.

I've been living here for 5 years and so far 15 of my cooks have wanted to be discharged. Why? I don't know. But the one I have currently is the best so far. He goes by Pokey and is incredibly kind. Though, my views on him changed that one day.

I was sitting at my table waiting for my favorite servants, Inkie and Blinkie. In my waiting I spied through the corner of my sight my chief coming to my table. I quickly turned around and stared at him. "What do you need, Pokey?" I asked.

"May I please be discharged, M'lady?" he asked, trying to sound as nice as possible. I glared and then scoffed. "16th chief in a row.. Sir." I mumbled. "Fine. But before you go..." I smirked. "What is it, M'lady?" He asked.

I laughed and kicked him down. Grabbing a knife, I easily over-powered him. My servants, Inkie and Blinkie, jumped out and held him still. I cackled as I aimed the knife.

I struck him in the chest. The feeling of the knife cutting into his flesh, the warm blood splattering across my face, it felt almost orgasmic. I panted from the copper smell of blood and the small taste of blood. I needed more.

I bit into his legs and started tearing at the flesh, I didn't care if he was alive or not, I loved the taste of flesh, the blood swishing in my mouth and dribbling down my chin. It was amazing.

After I was done with him, I got up and stared at my servants. "I'm still not full..." I smiled gleefully as I quickly stabbed them too.

Days went by after my meal. I didn't know how to cook and I was starving. My servants were gone, it seemed that my only choice was to start at another end. I looked at my arm and drooled. Perfect, I thought. I ripped at my own flesh, I felt numb to the pain of my flesh being eaten by myself. It was delicious. I was delicious.

"Now, we shall dine!"