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Himiko swooned at how Ochako’s glittery red dress hugged her cleavage. Harp music echoed through the restaurant as Himiko tapped her fork against her chin and admired Ochako’s rosy cheeks. Himiko wondered whether Ochako was technically a catfish since she looked nothing like her dating profile.
Because she was a million times more beautiful.
Stiffening in her seat, Himiko tried not to linger how pretty Ochako’s lips would look if they were bloodstained. Her invasive thoughts remained persistent. Her blood must be a mesmerizing maroon. Think of how beautifully her organs would squelch if you twisted a knife.
She had to maintain some semblance of normalcy if she didn’t want to scare another date off. Maybe some small talk would help.
“What’s your favorite movie? Mine’s Barbie,” Himiko lied. She much preferred Human Centipede but she knew that not everyone thought that sewing a mouth to an anus was a lovely sight.
Ochako flushed bright red as she wiped orange-red marinara sauce off her cheek. Leaning over the table, Himiko held her breath as she eagerly awaited a response. Ochako’s favorite movie probably wouldn’t even have blood – but that was okay. Himiko was an excellent actress and could easily pretend that other films could measure up to Human Centipede’s status as a masterpiece of cinema.
Himiko could barely believe her ears when Ochako softly muttered, “I like… Human Centipede.”
Blinking back at Ochako, Himiko gasped. This girl was too good to be true. Himiko had to be dreaming.
Heart racing with adrenaline, Himiko grinned from ear to ear. She was already planning what her wedding dress would look like and what songs to have the DJ play. But thanks to Ochako’s excellent taste, Himiko was absolutely certain about one thing.
The wedding theme was going to be Human Centipede!