and she took that love away .
“ I guess this makes our second date , doesn ’ t it ?” he scoffed , his full focus landing on the love of his life as she stared back at him , expressionless . “ I don ’ t suppose there will be a third .” He savored the last bite .
She had begged as the carving knife penetrated her breast . The kitchen utensil pierced her sternum with an audible crack as he drove it straight through her heart and into her backbone . As he pulled the blade out of her exsanguinating gash , he watched the light in her flicker . Reaching inside the gaping wound , he gripped her most precious throbbing muscle with his bare hand .
“ I gave you my heart , now I want it back ,” he whispered to her lovingly , then ripped it from her chest . The light in her died .
Laying his used flatware on the now empty plate , he rose from the dinner table , walked over to the corpse with the empty chest cavity that was propped up in the chair across from him , and kissed her cold , lifeless lips . It was as he had always dreamed their first kiss would be .
Title : “ Sandman ” Artist : Daniel Holmes III