(Not for the faint of heart, trust me. If you have limits... don't read this. This is probably me holding back LMAO. I've always wanted to write something like this hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

OKAY BUT THIS ISN'T THAT BAD

TRIGGER WARNING: CANNIBALISM, SEXUAL CANNIBALISM, KIDNAPPING 

DEFINITION;

Himitsu no Kingyo; Secret goldish: In Japan when your goldfish dies, you put it in a box. Like a coffin of somesort. Basically, "The Secret Goldfish" is a metaphor for saying "The Secret Corpse(s)".

WHAT'S IN THE BOX, MAVEN)

Show it, hide it

"Aren't secrets just to die for?" You exclaim with a smile. Maven only shakes in response, unable to respond because of the cloth tied around his mouth. You rummaged through your dresser, trying to find the box you hid. Maven had his wrists tied together, over his head, and connected to the pipeline rubbing along the wall. The torus chains rubbed against his skin, constantly pinching until red spots appeared. His breath was shaky, his eyes being shielded by a thick black cloth. Only did he recognize your voice and the smell of the cabin he had only been to once. You lead him there, to retrieve a bird of course. A dark brown one with a naked head and neck. One who nails are sharp enough to gouge out an eye by your command. A vulture. The one sitting on its structure right next to Maven, just to make sure he doesn't escape. 

The secret goldfish

"I found it! Isn't this delightful," you announce with a small smile. Your vulture cocks its head, smelling the fresh food giving off its sent as you opened the big black box. Maven coughs, unable to take the rotting smell. He breathes from his mouth, still muffled, as his chest decreasing in movement. You sat on a stool in front of your bird, the box in your lap. You pulled out a strip of human flesh, lifting it up to your little pet as he snatched it away from your fingers.

"Are you having fun, Maven? Do you want some food?" You giggled as you stuck a chewy bit of flesh into your mouth before putting it in front of Maven. He moved his head, smelling it before any of his other senses came into play. Not like he could actually eat it, you were teasing. You had no plan of untying the cloths preventing him from judging you. Right now, he is perfect.

The lonely lover

"Should I light the candles? That would make it so romantic!" You placed the box on the stool, letting your vulture pick whatever rotten bits of flesh and guts he fancied. You rushed over to find a lighter and began lighting each pink candle that surrounded him. Pink attracts love, and that's what you want from him. You just want his love. The smell of the multiple aromas made you smile. Your vulture lets out a raspy, drawn-out hissing noise as he felt Maven thrust around. Maven grunts as he hears the noise, obviously unsettled by the thought of the animal attacking him. You make eye contact with the bird of death before placing the lighter back in its designated spot.

"I don't mind showing you the secret I've hidden," you speak as you hear Maven struggle more. You walk over to him slowly, looking down at him. The yellow flames flickered an orange lighting onto his body, somehow making him even more delicious to you. "Because we're friends, aren't we?" You kneel in front of him, a candle dangerously close to each of your legs. You reach out and touch his cheek, causing him to violently move his head away. You look at your bird, who looks at you, before you roughly grab both of Maven's cheeks. You turn his head towards you, lowering it. He takes a deep breath through his nose. 

Eyeballs, ears, mouths

"You are lucky I don't just have my little pet remove every object on your face," you whisper, your breath landing on his nose. You are that close to him. The feeling of his shoulder against your chest makes you warm. You move your hands, leaning against him, as you untie the cloth wrapped around his eyes. His blue eyes dart around the room before landing on you.

I love them all

He looked at you like you were insane. That's not right. You're a human too. Even if you have lust for collecting over human's body parts. You still have rights. Nobody deserves to be glared at like he glared at you. You placed your hands on your sides, maneuvering yourself up as you walk away. How could he do that to you? You felt a stinging in your throat. He's such a fag00t

Too much

Does he need to pay? Do you love him enough to do that? To sever his head and keep it as a trophy? To remove his eyes so he can't glare anymore? To remove his tongue to decrease the chance of nasty words falling from his lips? No... not yet. A simple glare is nothing to be punished over. What else did you expect? Why are you being so weak? He has this effect on you, no doubt. You feel like another person around him. 

It's a secret

You never thought you'd tell anybody about your little collection. But you did. You told Maven. Do you regret it? A little. You wish he'd accept you, be as crazy as you. But no. He's just like everybody else. And everybody else is like him.

Touch it, hide it

"You better keep my secret until you die. I'm not going back to Corros for the use of my power," you explain. You're a newblood, of course, a servant. You have the power of biological telekinesis and biological manipulation. If you wanted somebodies eyes, you could take them without using your fingers. In adolescence, you developed a lust for the taste of other human beings. Sexual cannibalism. 

You alone are the lonely lover

"But I know you won't tell. Because you are going to stay with me until I die." You say, laughing afterward. You grip the edge of the table you stood in front of, clenching it like your life depended on it. And you laughed. Laughed louder than you ever had before. It felt good. It felt amazing. Like the feeling of the brain matter of another human sliding down your throat. The soft texture on your tongue. Ecstasy. 

With one piece of you

You turn around, a wheezing noise coming out of your mouth as you inhale. Your leg twitches as you make your way towards Maven again. His eyes widen as he scrambles up against the wall some more, his legs kicking violently. He knocked over some candles, which was nothing to worry about. Your vulture screeched, almost ready for attack. 

You kneel in front of him, your fingers twisting together as you stare into his eyes. Your mouth releases another wheeze as you examine his face. "What should I take today?"

I'll make a friend

"Just a finger," you whisper to yourself. "Just a finger," you repeat. Just a finger. 

You sit back, breathing heavily as you grab his hand with one of yours. You intertwine your fingers before staring deeply at his middle finger. It began to twist, the metacarpophalangeal joint popping out of place as the tendons snapped. Maven screamed against the cloth, trying to break away from your grasp. "See? That was so easy!" After the finger disconnected from the body, you made the skin remaining piece back together. No more blood, just the puddles on the floor beginning to dry. His finger looked like it was ripped off ages ago. You walked over to your dresser and placed the finger in the drawer at the bottom. That drawer was special. It had one of each body part, ready to come together to make something greater. But the time is not now. 

My body becomes hot

Your breath is still heavy as you pant, enjoying the look of Maven's finger surrounded by other body parts from other people you loved. Ears, joints, ankles, intestines. It's all beautiful. You are a secret goldfish, and you are happy to be one.