CHOCOLATE CAKE

CHOCOLATE CAKE

WRITTEN BY: BILLY BRADY

Hello, my name is Otis. I live to die, I was made for it, and dying I love to do. When I die, I make my killer, or killers happy, satisfied, and content. I can only imagine the looks on their faces as they finish me off. Slowly chewing me up, enjoying the delicious flavor of my moist and creamy body, eating away at it one bite at a time. Enjoyably licking what is left of me from their beautiful, satisfied, sometimes guilty faces. My only complaint is that I cannot see my perpetrators as they carry out this awful act of treachery that I so enjoy. I can only feel what they feel. A wide range of emotions that always ends with one simple word as they swallow what is left of my dark and fluffy body. Pleasure. Pleasure is what they always feel at the end of my demise. Pleasure, and the undeniable want for more. "Just one more piece" they always say, "and then I will back away." Most never back away from me. They lack the willpower and self-control it takes to ignore what I have to offer. I get inside their heads and make them think that they need me. Some I do not affect at all. They just eat me because they love me. They never feel all those extra emotions that get in the way of the true end result of my being. Pleasure. I was created for pleasure. Nothing more, nothing less.

As I sit idly on the counter, feeling as hot and fresh as a clear summer day. I notice her looking my way. Cara is her name. She is a true beauty. One of God's finest creations. She has jet black hair and much like me she is hot, round and plump in all the right places. I overhear her speaking to her mother about going on a diet. "No Cara," I say to myself as loud as I possibly can. "Not a diet, you are perfect like you are.” As Cara continues to speak, I notice her cutting her eyes my way. She just cannot stop looking. She wants me. I can tell. Those pretty blue eyes cutting away from the conversation with her mother and directly into me, making me feel hopeful that maybe, just maybe, if I'm lucky she will come to me later tonight when no one else is awake, when there is absolutely no chance of us getting caught, grab a fork, remove the lid from the platter separating me from her, and take a huge, enjoyable bite from my soft, fresh, sweet body. I imagine her slowly chewing on me, savoring my taste until we are completely lost in the bliss each of us provide. She will feel guilty the next day of course. They always do. Cheating on herself like that. She will look in the mirror and check herself out at every angle searching for those added pounds she has perceived to gain from her betrayal the night before. The pounds that really do not exist.

As Cara’s mother leaves the room, I notice Cara eyeing her trail. “What’s she doing,” I say to myself with a hopeful smile. “Is she making sure she’s gone?” Sure, enough my assumptions were correct. I hear a door close in the house and then a car starts in the garage. Cara disappears. I become instantly disappointed. My disappointment was short lived as all disappointments should be. Cara is back in the kitchen. She is moving at a high rate of speed directly toward me. “Where is the fork” I say. Nervous that she will pass me up. Again, my disappointment was short lived. I can barely see her through the foggy lid as she grabs it and removes it with both her hands. I see the steam rise from my fresh baked body as Cara smiles. She pauses for a moment, “what is she doing?” As she continues to smile, she lowers her head down and inhales a deep, satisfying breath. Her eyes light up and begin to glow. “Here it comes,” I say, “I know that look from anywhere, I have seen it a million times.” Cara continues to stare. Then she lifts her head, gives me one last look, and replaces the lid back over my body. “I was wrong,” I say as I watch her slowly walk away.

As Cara leaves the kitchen in the home she shares with her mother she walks into her bedroom and stares at her reflection in the pink, heart shaped mirror located on the left side of the room. She puts her hands on her hips and takes a good look at her figure. “Not bad,” she thinks to herself. “All of those long hours in the gym are paying off.” As she continues to look at herself and go through an array of poses, she feels a pang of guilt spike through her body. “Surely one slice won’t hurt me” she thinks as she turns away from the mirror and falls onto her plush queen size bed. She picks up her phone and opens the Google application. She types in the search engine “how much cardio to burn off one slice of chocolate cake”, the screen fills with answers. She picks one. It is not what she wanted to see. She picks another. This one looks better. Thirty minutes it says. Cara does more than that almost every day anyway. “I do more than that almost every day anyway,” she says quietly to herself as she smiles. Her body fills with a sense of enjoyment as she thinks about the way the freshly baked chocolate cake will taste in her mouth. She feels something wet on her lips. She laughs. Her mouth is watering at the thought. She argues with herself for a few more minutes before she gets up from her bed, opens her bedroom door, and heads straight toward the kitchen.

“Here she comes,” I say to myself. “And this time she means business.” As Cara enters the kitchen, she grabs a fork from one of the banks of drawers containing silverware and other miscellaneous kitchen utensils and heads directly toward the clear plastic container where the chocolate cake is kept. The inside of the container is still foggy from the moisture of the freshly baked cake. Cara’s mother, Joy, is notorious for her freshly baked cakes and to Cara’s dismay always has something in the kitchen. Chocolate is Cara’s weakness. Joy had baked the cake the same day that she had told Cara she was losing to much weight when earlier in the day Cara was heading to the gym. She knew she would get her to break whether she was there to see it or not. As Cara removed the lid, she bent her head down once again and inhaled a deep breath through her nostrils enjoying the sweet aroma of the fresh chocolate. Joy never used store bought frosting in a container, she always made her own using powdered sugar, water, and coco, plus a secret ingredient no one else knew about. Cara’s mouth began to water once again as she stared. As she looked at the chocolate cake the chocolate cake looked back. “I am in heaven,” they both thought in unison.

As Cara held the fork, she decided to dig right in. She did not bother taking a slice of the cake and putting in onto a plate. She held the fork in her right hand. She used her left to lower her finger and dip it into the frosting, raising it to her mouth and savoring the taste of the sweet, homemade chocolate. “I wish she would get on with it,” thought the cake excitedly. Anxiously awaiting what was sure to be her next move. Sure enough Cara dug the fork into the cake, a smile lighting up her pretty face. She lifted the fork to her mouth, opened it, and placed a big, healthy bite of the sweet goodness inside. She began to chew. “Finally,” thought the cake. “I finally get what I have been dreaming about since I came out of the oven.” Cara smiled as she continued to chew. The cake was all she had been dreaming about and more. She heard a noise in the house. Cara jerked her head to the right to make sure the coast was clear. It was bad enough she was cheating on her diet, she certainly did not want anyone else to catch her. It was clear. She was still alone in the house. Just her and the delicious chocolate cake.

As Cara’s mother was driving away from the grocery store, she stopped at a red light. She picked up her phone and looked at the screen. “I knew I would get her,” she thought as she smiled. On the screen, there was Cara digging into yet another bite of the chocolate cake. Again, she looked around to make sure no one else was in the house watching as crumbs fell from her mouth and onto the floor. Cara’s mother laughed, “I wonder how she was going to explain the missing pieces,” she said quietly to herself. “Oh well, at least she’s enjoying my cake.” And with that she got the green light and took off.