Eir

Shawn was crying, but he was no longer making noise. He had been crying for hours. He had run out of tears and his vomiting turned to dry heaves, but he was still crying. He was sitting at his dining room table, a lavish spread of food in front of him. It was finer than any meal he had ever had. His wife hadn't cooked it. She had. She had tied him and his wife to the chairs they picked out when they bought this house, and spent hours cooking them dinner. Now his hands were untied so he could eat, but he was still trapped in the chair.

"You're not eating!" The blonde woman protested as she exerted an invisible force on the metal wire wrapped around his arms and forced him to lift a fork to his mouth. The food was delicious, but he had no desire to chew. His limbs were no longer his to control though, and they continued to shovel food into his mouth. Meanwhile the blonde woman knelt over his sweet Emaline with a wicked looking knife in her hands. Emaline was still making noise when she cried. She cried out in anguish as the blonde woman played her muscle fibers like a violin with the blade. She plucked each red string one by one as he watched. He tried to look away, but the blonde woman had made that impossible too. She kept screaming, all night. "Someone will hear" he kept thinking, but no one came. Even as the blonde woman peeled back more and more of Emaline's skin and spread his beloved wife across their new wood flooring.  

Emaline finally stopped breathing as the sun roze and began tos hine through a large bay window. By now she was strewn about the floor, most of her organs removed from her body but still connected to her. Eir walked over to the husband who sat motionless quietly sobbing at the table, part of his wife's brain still on the plate in front of him. He had complained so much about the food Eir took so long to cook for him, so she prepared another delicacy for him. She waved a hand in front of his face but got no response. "Hmph...how boring. You humans are so very fragile." She lifted her right arm and a look of pleasure washed over her face as a black spot under her skin began to move. A large sewing needle erupted from her arm's skin, and she pressed it against the man's open eye, magnetically pushing it through into his head in one stroke. the needle rattle around violently in his brain and erupted from his opposite eye, returning to Eir's hand. The man slumped over as Eir ran her tongue across the wet needle. "Your inferior race has nearly outlived its entertainment value. You will all perish..." The bay window behind Eir snapped open as if possessed, the smell of morning rushed in and was quickly smothered by the smell of death in the room.

"In due time.." Eir's departing words hung in the air as she floated out the window into the rays of the morning sun.