“Goddamnit Sarah when did you become such a lazy, stupid bitch?! Or have you always been this way?!”

My husband snarled at me from across the kitchen table. Yet again, my cooking was not to his liking. An old tale, one as old as our marriage. No matter how perfectly I prepared the most exquisite dishes nothing ever satisfied him. It wasn’t even about the food, it was about domination. His whole life revolved around exerting power over me.

For all his faults I always believed that deep down my husband was a good man. He never outwardly displayed any indications of this. In fact, he was always an asshole, even when he was alone. Call it intuition or delusion, I just knew there was a different person, waiting to break out. And finally, on this night, I was going to prove it.

I’ve never been violent in my life and the sight of blood makes me vomit, but tonight something inexplicable triggered a storm inside my mind. Maybe my husband’s abuse was just the straw the broke the camel’s back and I had finally fallen into madness. Whatever it was, I felt myself change into another person – nay, a prophet. On a mission. A journey through mind and body in search of my true love, the good man I was convinced I married.

It didn’t matter how much my husband screamed, threatened and begged, or how deeply I needed to cut, I was determined to find that good man inside of him. Delicately separating his guts between my fingers I was shocked to discover that the good man I’d fallen in love with was actually my husband’s parasitic twin. I was right! There he was! The man I truly belonged with!

His tiny head turned to me and in a voice, barely audible, he hoarsely moaned my name. “Saaaaa-raaaaaah.”

I abandoned all care and ripped apart the remnants of my husband’s disemboweled corpse, desperate not to risk another second away from my soulmate. I cradled his slimy, malformed little body into my chest and rained a barrage of tender kisses across his head. Before I could say a word he wriggled from my arms with astonishing strength and squirmed back into the pile of guts strewn about my husband’s body.

“I love you” I cried as I helped him consume the body.

Bit by bit I mashed every piece of flesh for him in my teeth, my heart bursting with joy each time he pressed his lips to mine. The last of the flesh departed my mouth as he broke our last kiss and looked at me with the same insatiable gaze he had trained upon my husband just minutes ago.

“Yes!” I screamed, tearing off my clothes, eager for this fateful union to commence.

I rest him upon my stomach, offering amorous encouragement between fits of gurgling as he wildly tears into my torso with his misshapen teeth.

“Soon my love, soon we will be as one.”

“Saaaaa-raaaaaaah”

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