After a while, your stomach gurgles. Grasping round for your head, your fingers find handhold of hair. Wincing, you tuck yourself beneath your arm and wander through into the kitchen to find your mother preparing dinner. Her body cuts the food, while her head watches from the counter.
You watch her raise the rapier, using it to dice a carrot. She moves on to a chicken, slicing away the flesh with ease.
"I don't think that's what it was designed for..."
"Maybe not, but it works so well! And it keeps the meat fresh! Hey, what are you doing, dinner's nearly ready," she says, leveling the tip of the rapier directly at your chest when you pull open the fridge.
"But I'm hungry now!"
"You'll ruin your appetite!"
"Just a sandwi-"
It takes you by surprise how adept she's become with the sword in such a short space of time. The blade flicks up, sinks into your face, and slices neatly around your lips. She reaches out and catches your mouth as it disconnects from the rest of your face. Touching the area where your mouth should be, you feel only smooth skin.
Mom grins, holding your mouth in her hand like a pair of false teeth. "Okay, if you want to eat and ruin your appetite, that's fine. Go sit back down and I'll feed you. But you have to eat everything that you're given. Deal?"
"As long as it it's not spinach," you try to say, but no sound escapes. Her grip on your lips muffles the words, so you simply move your head back and forth in a semblance of a nod. You return to the living room. Emily has claimed the couch, stretched out across the entire length on her side. Her head is cuddled against her breasts, and she lazily runs her fingers through her hair.
"Oh my god, what happened!" she giggles. You roll your eyes. How exactly does she expect an explanation? "Let me see!" Grabbing your head from out your arms, she holds it up to her own severed head, close enough almost to kiss the lips that aren't there, examining the blank space on your face with her fingers. "I think I like you better this way," she laughs. "Less annoying."
She nestles your head beside her own, cheek-to-cheek, squished up against her bosom. It's actually not too bad. As your body sits itself on the floor, you feel fingers gently tease open your lips, sliding something hard and sweet into your mouth. You crunch down on it. It's a chunk of carrot! With a silent, contented sigh, you close your eyes and savour the warm, soft pillows and the feeding service. This is the life!
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