19 Divine

[not gonna lie this was fun to write, also in case you didn't know this chapter will have minor cannibalism and murderous thoughts]

(Jasmin pov)

Two flights of stairs, 17 right turns, 8 left, 1 escalator and 9 armed guards

Just like clockwork, that was how she was escorted or more accurately wheeled back to her cell by the guards with only two main differences in this seemingly normal escort

For one, if you looked carefully, you could see that the usually near airtight straps holding the bag over her head where not fully clasped and seemed rushed, this was due to her lovely therapist taking it off during their last session and had allowed her two sneak a peak at the faces on 3 separate guards. Putting this information away for a later head hunt she returned her thoughts to the second difference

It was something that had held her rapt attention for the first ten minutes of her escorting to her cell but even now when she had tried to turn her focus elsewhere she couldn't stop, normally during one of her escorting from place to place she would focus on ever sound, smell and taste in the air, in order to gain information on her surroundings in the event she chose to escape or she felt the need to kill and feast

But now… her focus was extremely skewed, and her judgment lapsed. Had it been the her of 1 and a half weeks ago she would have instantly chosen to find and destroy the cause of such distraction but now she didn't care

All her focus was on the small object in her muzzle and the torture it presented, a bandage… bloody and fresh from the face of her dear "Dr Barlow" as she had nicknamed him in her mind, he after all acted with relative surgical precision in their sessions and games

It was sitting in her muzzle, out of the site of the guards and her self-thanks to the darkness provided by her hair and the bag over her head, it sat gently against her lips, almost tickling her. Thankfully unlike the first few minutes of her escort to her cell, the smell was no longer overwhelming her like a steak in front a wolf and had instead given the feeling she imagined a chef would have when surrounded by amazing food.

A feeling of both paradise and torment as she slightly shivered form the beautiful iron aroma and the hunger it gave rise to, it took much of her resolve to not simply take it in her mouth now and devour it instantly but no

Such things must be savored

Thankfully at this point after a further 2 lefts and another flight of stairs she had reached her cell, two guards opened the cell, providing retina scans and a further two gently wheeled her through the thick metal automatic doors, leaving her in the center of the room the gauds quickly filtered out and the door closed behind them

After a few seconds a beep sounded in the room as the electronic restraints on her wheelchair and straitjacket disengaged, slowly standing from the contraption and removing the tight jacket from her admittedly sweaty body she took off the bag and muzzle

Looking around her room she saw that it was the same as when she had left, clean and luxurious. As protocol, inmates that were of higher levels of threat where usually provided with top tier accommodation and food as to keep them "appeased" as to avoid a tantrum and needless deaths… after all they were "innocent because they were unaware of the wrongfulness of their actions and required mental and medical help" as the warden had said in her court hearing

Gently sitting on her large bed, she gingerly tied over the mask and the small red bloodstained bandage fell into her lap, she took it slowly like a mother would her child and raised it to eye level, it was nearly fully red on the inside, which spoked about how deep the cut was, she would have to ask about that in her next session

"nobody gets to make him bleed exempt me" she whispered as she brought it closer to her face, had another person heard her words or seen her action, they would likely fainted on the spot as her body was literally radiating a red aura, that seemed as deep and bloody as the obsession in her words "if they dare to mare his precious flesh again I will make them feel more pain than any being has ever felt since the dawn of time"

Gently pressing the bandage against her lips in a kiss felt some of the glorious ichor flake onto her lips, taking off the bandage, she felt her breath get heavier and her face get hot as she slowly licked her lips… and then she took another taste through the same method, and another, and another

Nothing

No word came close to describing the sheer taste and power she felt in his blood

mouth-watering, appetizing, tasty, flavorsome, delectable, toothsome, inviting, enjoyable, palatable, succulent, luscious, rich, sweet, savory, piquant, none could describe it

she had tasted the blood and flesh of hundreds, even with her ability she had never found one that came close

her ability, she realized that she would now have to divulge its information to Dr Barlow but in reality, she felt that in this bargain she was the ne who robbed him blind, maybe it was related to his genetics, maybe he was her soulmate, maybe it was his abilities, but it didn't matter

he tasted so good to the point of perfection and divine, even the first time she tasted the flesh and blood of another wasn't as impactful

he would be hers, she had decided that almost three hours ago in their session, when he had whispered in her ear and placed his fingers in her muzzle, trusting her to not hurt him

but now, it was not a choice, it was a must

he would be hers; she would be his, a queen and a consort

she would have him hold her in his arms, bare and in bed as she took him body, soul, and blood

and if someone got in the way of the queen?

heads would roll and nations would burn