Free Consumed by Matt Shaw

tongue. “I knew you’d be a good kisser,” she said when she eventually stopped. She couldn’t help but laugh as she took his tongue between her teeth. She released her fingers and started to slowly move her head backwards until Dan’s tongue was stretched as far as it could possibly stretch.
     
    The same mischievous grin spread across her face as it had done earlier. She took a hold of his tongue, once more, and informed him, “These are two of my favourite things,” she said. “The first...” she used her head to point downwards to his crotch, “...You can’t beat it. But, the second best bit?” she smiled again and gave Dan’s tongue a short, sharp tug - ripping it from his mouth. “Perfect!”
     
    She tilted her head back, opened her mouth, and dropped the piece of tongue onto her own. She held it there for a moment to savor the flavour, “Oh my, how did you have this in your mouth for all these years and not get tempted to swallow it yourself? I don’t think I could have done it. Although, I’m not entirely sure how feasible it would have been to actually eat it yourself...” She looked at Dan. There was absolutely no colour in his complexion at all, other than the traces of slowly drying blood she had inadvertently wiped on his skin whilst getting close to him, and his chest was barely moving up and down. “You’re not listening to me at all, are you?” she said, a slight hint of disappointment in her voice that her playmate was already near death. She carried on chewing, occasionally sucking, on the tongue before swallowing it down her throat. “Yummy!”
     
    A knock on the door shattered her euphoric bliss and made her jump.
     
    “Who is it?” she asked.
     
    “It’s me,” said Johnny. “Can I come in?”
     
    “Hang on!”
     
    Tammy jumped off the bed and pulled the duvet from underneath Dan, with some effort. As soon as he was clear of it she threw it over his dying body to hide what she had been doing. A quick look around the room to make sure everything was okay. She nodded with satisfaction. If she just stood in the doorway, to greet her brother, he wouldn’t be able to see the blood which had sprayed the wall next to her bed.
     
    Another knock on the door.
     
    Tammy casually walked over to the door and opened it ever so slightly - enough for her brother to see her but not enough for him to see into the room without having to strain past her and, even if he did, the blood wouldn’t be as noticeable as a body on her bed.
     
    “You’ve been snacking, haven’t you?” he said.
     
    “What? No. What are you talking about?”
     
    He pointed to her face which, she had forgotten, was coated in bits of Dan. Johnny pushed past her and stepped into the bedroom, “What have you been doing?” he asked when he stopped by the blood splatter on the wall. His eyes fixed on the lump underneath the duvet - the duvet which was also starting to show blood slowly seeping through it. “What the hell, Tammy?”
     
    “Don’t tell dad!”
     
    “Not sure how we’re going to hide this,” he said. He pulled back the duvet and saw the full horror of what she had been doing whilst left to her own devices. “Fuck...Was he at least still drugged whilst you...Well...That....” he pointed to where Dan’s penis used to be. Tammy looked to the floor in shame. “Brutal.”
     
    “I got carried away.”
     
    “Yeah, you did. Damn Tammy, you know mum hates it when we snack between meals. And this...This is just wasteful. You know she’s preparing dinner as we speak right now, right? We won’t get through that and this before it goes bad. I don’t even want to know what dad is going to say.”
     
    “We could hide the body,” Tammy said, suddenly, as she desperately clutched at straws.
     
    “You know that won’t work.”
     
    “Could make it look as though he ran away?”
     
    “They wouldn’t stop looking for him. They’d be too afraid he’d bring someone back to help his