Mystery Munching

The tension has been building for weeks as I confide in Daphne about a string of cases we can’t seem to solve. People keep vanishing without a trace, and even I have to admit something feels off. I play it cool, rational as always, but Daphne’s curiosity won’t let it go. She starts watching me more closely, sensing there’s something I’m not telling her.

From my point of view, the shift is slow but inevitable. I stop pretending. I finally admit the truth to her, that there’s a part of me she never really knew, something dark and necessary that I’ve been hiding. I explain how some of those disappearances are connected to me, to what I am, and to what I need to survive. It’s a confession loaded with trust, history, and the unspoken tension of our secret relationship.

When Daphne threatens to expose me, to tell the others and ruin everything, something inside me snaps. The anger, the betrayal, the fear of losing control all collide at once. I corner her, reminding her of what we’ve shared and how dangerous this secret really is. With no other option left, I decide she has to stay with me permanently, contained within my body where she can never speak, never betray me, and never leave. I linger on the power of that choice, the fullness, the control, and the chilling calm that settles in once I know my secret is safe.

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