"Is it?" I asked mom, and then I gingerly moved over to where she was seated. When I got there, mom was facing away from me, and I was too nervous to approach her.

"C'mon, now. Mom then turned to me and said, "What I cooked was delicious, kid," and I moved back as she turned to me with blood still on her cheek. Mom was smiling at me the whole time.

He held out his hand in front of me, and I did nothing more than gaze at it.

The blood that was previously on mama's hand has now completely dried up, and her lips have a very pale appearance.

"There is no shame in you!" You are evil spirits! Please let me go! When I am finally unchained, I shall put an end to you personally! When I saw the man on the table with his wrists and feet bound, I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

Because of all the scars that are on his face, he is virtually unrecognizable. His face is covered in cuts and bruises.

I tried to stop the liquid from flowing out of my lips, but I was helpless.

Then she grabbed me by the elbow and seated me where mom had been sitting before, and I saw more of the man's body. When I vomited up, my mother gave me a dirty look, and then she sat me where mom had been sitting earlier.

I was able to see his inside organs, including a wriggling worm and a centipede scurrying around in there. His stomach was open.

I took another step back and ended up falling onto the chair as my mother was eating the fried pickle.

It's almost identical like pork, but it's not.

My mother feeds on the flesh of other people. Look at this.

"M-mama, I don't think I'm hungry. I said, "I'm going out," and then hurried out of the room. However, as soon as I exited the room, I heard a man screaming quite loudly before I was very far away.

"You swine! " Horrible beings! Demons of the earth! Horrible, repulsive animals! Oh, how cruel! After the man yelled, I just shut my eyes, put my hands over my ears, and exited the room as quickly as possible.

"Come here, you naughty kid!" Mama yelled and then fiercely attacked me, and the anguish of her staring eyes and holding to my little and frail arm came to me at that moment.

"I can't believe you don't want to eat what I've prepared!" I can't believe how tasty it is! My mother yelled at me before grabbing both of my shoulders and shaking my frail and feeble body.

"Mama. I mumbled, "I'm in pain," as tears streamed down my face one after the other as I struggled to take a breath because of the discomfort.

It doesn't matter to me if it stings or causes any other discomfort! You have no choice but to comply with my every demand because I am your mother and you have no choice but to do as I say. Blue, do you comprehend what I'm saying?

Mama yelled, seized the strand of hair at the end of my head, and pulled me into the living room of the home, where she tossed me on the sofa.

"You don't have a father!" they said. Since your father has passed away, you are without a home and have no other option except to remain here. Consider me. Take me, if you will. Mama insisted, and she clenched my chin extremely strongly; she didn't care if I cried or if I was wounded in any way.

He is just aware of the fact that he fulfilled his own desires.

"I-I don't want to eat people," the creature mumbled. I made the pledge with every ounce of might I have, and in return, my mother gave me a firm slap across the face. In response, I leapt at what she did.

"The cannibal is lying in our blood!" cries the villagers. The command was given by my mother with intensity and authority, and all I could do was shake my head.

I have assured my father that I will not behave in the same manner as my mother. Before my father passed away, I vowed.

"That's not what I want to do. I openly looked my mother in the eyes and said, "Whatever you make me do, just don't eat other people's food." My mother first turned her gaze away from me and left me alone in the living room when she did so.

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