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Writing story, mother cannibal roast alive child in oven


The smell of savory meat wafted through the small house, filling the air with a mouth-watering aroma. The source of this delicious scent was a young child, roasting alive in the oven. The child's mother, Delilah, stood by the oven door, her eyes glazed over as she watched her child cook. She had been planning this for weeks, carefully fattening her child up with rich foods and sweets. Delilah had always been a bit strange, but no one could have predicted the depths of her depravity. She had always been obsessed with finding the perfect meal, and what better meal than her own flesh and blood. As she waited for her child to finish cooking, Delilah reminisced about the good times they had shared. Her child had been a sweet and obedient child, always doing as they were told. And now, here they were, cooking in the oven like a piece of meat. The timer beeped, signaling that the child was ready. Delilah eagerly opened the oven door and pulled out the tray, revealing her perfectly cooked child. She couldn't resist taking a small taste, savoring the flavor of her own child's flesh. She then proceeded to carve the child into pieces, plating them with care. Delilah sat down at the kitchen table, admiring her handiwork. She took her first bite, closing her eyes as the flavors exploded in her mouth. A sense of pride and satisfaction washed over Delilah. This was her greatest achievement, the ultimate meal. As she indulged in her cannibalistic feast, she couldn't help but feel a bit sad. She would never have another meal as perfect as this one. But Delilah didn't have time to dwell on her emotions. She had to dispose of the evidence and clean up her kitchen. She carefully disposed of the bones and cleaned every inch of her kitchen, making sure there was no trace left behind. The sun had started to set by the time Delilah had finished her task. She sat back in her chair, feeling content and full. The sweet taste of her child still lingered on her tongue, and she couldn't help but smile. In the days that followed, neighbors noticed that Delilah's child had suddenly disappeared. Rumors began to circulate about what could have happened to the child, but no one could have ever suspected that their own mother was responsible. Delilah continued to live in the small house alone, content with her secret and her next meal already in mind. She had found a new love for cannibalism and knew that she would continue to indulge in her darkest desires.