Something was going on with Tony's body. Things were coming out of him. stringy and ropy appendages erupted from his body. He felt hungry, Oh God he thought, he wanted to eat poor Rosa.
"Tony," Rosa cried out to him, she was in such pain. With effort Tony controlled his need, somehow caused the things that were now apart of him to go back into him. He touched Rosa's arm and he knew everything that was going on in her body. Somehow he could see her bodies fight against a virus and Rosa was loosing the fight.
She had lost a lot of blood, internal bleeding, She was in such agony! He knew he could stop her pain. He touched Rosa again. A substance flowed from him into her. Rosa relaxed, the tautness on her face left her. "You all right now Rosa," he asked softly. Rosa tried to smile for him,
"Tony is Flora all right?"
"I'll check Rosa and be right back," he quickly went over to Flora's cradle. At first he was afraid of what he would see. He heard Flora's breathing, touched her. Whatever changes had come to him, allowed him to see his baby daughter Flora, had overcome and would survive the virus that was killing her mother. "She's all right Rosa," he said as he went back to her.
"Tony I'm afraid," she was looking at him for help.
Tony knew Rosa was dying and there was nothing he could do for her. He lay down on the bed embracing her gently. "I love you Rosa," he told her.
"I love you too Tony," she said.
The hunger was in Tony again, cried out, seeming to tell him Rosa was crying out for his help. He knew there was something he could do for Rosa. He had taken away Rosa's pain and knew he could make Rosa happy, give her pleasure in her death. She was dying, but he could make it a good death for her.
"Tony I'm dying," she looked to him for an honest answer?
"Yes Rosa," he stroked her hair as he responded. He heard her sob, he wanted her to be happy.
"Love me Tony," she cried to him.
"Yes Rosa." He caused something else to flow from him into her skin. Her sobbing stopped as he started to stroke her more. She moaned in pleasure, "Take care of Flora," she pleaded.
"I will Rosa," he told her as he started to make love with her. The things that had retreated into his body came out once more. He knew what they were now and how to use them. He was no longer human, he was something that fed on humans, on human women. He was a monster he thought. At least he was a monster that could make the last few hours of Rosa's life, good ones.
Two of his appendages parted the lips of Rosa's Vagina stroking her vaginal lips and interior, while others stroked her entire body. He found himself sending other appendages up Rosa's anus, two on each of Rosa's breasts. Stroking, teasing, tasting her. He was taking in Rosa's bodily and sexual secretions. Rosa moaned in ecstasy a "yes" to him as his penis entered her. With each thrust, her pleasure increased and Tony realized it wasn't sperm entering her. It was something else, something like a food preservative? Something to keep her conscious and alive for him to eat the rest of her.
It was sexually the most intense experience Tony had ever had. It was he knew, the most intensive sexual experience Rosa had ever had, and would be the last time they would ever make love. They stopped with Rosa relaxing, no fear, no pain, he could feel her happiness. He lay in her, relaxing for five minutes, cherishing her, not wanting to let her die. Every touch allowed him to cherish her, but also allowed him to analyze her physical condition. Every touch told him if it wasn't for what he had done, she would already be dead. That in fact, in a few hours she would die anyway. She would feel no pain, no fear, no sorrow if he consumed her. He could, he suddenly realized, make it like another form of sex for her. His consuming her would be another act of love, a way to give her pleasure in her death.
"I love you so very much Rosa," he told her. "I want you to know that," he said in tears.
"I know Tony," she told him reaching up to stroke his face from beneath him.
He lifted his head and kissed her lips, then moved off of her. He stroked her face a few more times, letting something else flow from him into her. It would excite the pleasure centers of her brain, make her nervous system feel pleasure in place of pain. He stroked her body then, moved down to her feet.
"I'll always love you Rosa," he said. "I'll raise our daughter to know what a wonderful woman you were Rosa."
He looked into her face. "I know Tony," she smiled at him relaxing.
He picked up her right foot, gently pulling out her toenails one by one. He found himself putting Rosa's nails on a drawer nearby. He put her little toe to his mouth. At first he kissed her toe, then sucked and started to chew on her little toe. He could feel her move as he chewed, making noises of pleasure. She wasn't attempting to draw her foot back from him, her movements were due to intense pleasure. He found himself enjoying the flavor of the woman he loved. It was a bittersweet feast. Her physical flavor seemed like honey, the essence of what he now needed to sustain himself. The sorrow of the situation was bitter. Like the walrus who had eaten the oysters, crying afterwards in Lewis Carroll's Through The Looking Glass, so Tony found tears falling on his checks.
Rosa could see him cry and it was starting to affect her. "It's all right Tony," she wanted to help him.
Tony took a deep breath, he had to be brave, he didn't want Rosa feeling sad. Seeing him sad might break through what he had done to make her happy. "I'm fine now Rosa," he said to her and forced himself to smile at her.
"Do I taste good Tony," she asked with what seemed curiosity?
"Wonderful Rosa, your delicious," he smiled again to put her ease.
Rosa relaxed back into the bed again with a happy sigh. "Send me to heaven Tony," she said.
"I will Rosa," he said stifling sobs.
His hunger helped him as he returned to her right foot, nibbling the flesh from her toes. He finished her little toe, the flesh between it, then moved on to the next toe. The only sounds were of Rosa in pleasure and Tony eating her as gentle waves rocked them on the yacht. He remembered vividly eating every part of Rosa. Her rump, her thighs, removing her pubic hair and setting it on the drawer with the toenails from both of her feet. He remembered eating her vagina, her delicious womanhood, moving up to her stomach, the internal organs. Her ribs, her arms hands, fingers, the finger nails being added to the toe nails and pubic hair on the dresser. He gently stroked her breasts looking into her eyes, she smiled at him, urging him on. He had consumed her breasts, then lungs, her heart, the flesh of her neck, face, her tongue, eyes, even her brain. She was alive up until he had eaten the critical parts of her brain.
Her long raven black hair hung now from a cleanly picked skull. Nothing of Rosa but her clean, shiny skeleton. He stopped himself from sobbing. Tony believed there was something after death. He was catholic and had seen to many things to not believe in the soul. If Rosa's soul was here he didn't want her to be bound here by his sorrow. He had to pretend for her.
"I will always love you Rosa, but you have to go on now," he said. He waited for 10 minutes stroking her hair on her skull. Then he stood up walking to his daughter's cradle. Gently he rocked her, wondering what he tell her when she grew up. He adjusted little Flora's blanket before going up above to see what had happened to Vinnie. Only when he was on deck did he let the tears flow.
He had a little daughter to think of. Flora needed him. He wondered if there were other women who might need help? Would welcome an end to their pain, getting pleasure in their deaths? He found Vinnie dead, having bled out. He would later learn it was called the Z one five virus. That most of those he knew were dead, things like this had and would continue to happen world wide during the year of terror. Later he would find what was left of his organization, his business family. He would get the survivors to help him fight the war that would be WW III. He would find the daughters of his former capo's to take over their father's positions.
Some would call him a hero, others a monster. Unlike those that caused this, those that would try to make hell on earth with human farms, slaughter houses, death camps and snuff clubs, Tony had to consume living human beings. He had to eat women. Tony was no longer human. Unlike those that caused The Year Of Terror, Tony would never treat even his hated enemies as only meat. Historians would one day point out the irony, that the people most changed by the genetically engineered plagues, the toxins, nerve gas, and biologicals, would be the fiercest enemies of the anti survivalist as they would be called. That Those least human by old standards, would have the most humane views, restoring freedom and full civil rights to all.
Though Tony was what was commonly referred to as a Mob Boss, even his worst enemies would concede, that though Tony's first meal in his altered state was his wife Rosa, Tony did the only thing he could. They would have done it in his place. It wasn't an act of pure hunger, it was an act of mercy, an act of love.
Tony always kept Rosa's bones, hair and nails. It was all he had left of his Rosa.