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It was the fear in his eyes that really started the meal. It usually did, but there was something about specifically those beautiful dark eyes, wide with fear and trained on him so dutifully that Cell found delicious.
Sure, it started as anger. It started as a punishment, since his queridinho had started going behind his back (to his exes no less!) to try to get out and leave Cell behind.
Pac wanted to run so badly?
Cell would just have to stop him.
Pac would have to understand why he was doing this.
But once the leg was off, cut right at the knee and spilling out that beautiful color onto the cold stone floors, spilling and staining Cell's hands fresh again, staining the ugly orange of the jumpsuits they each wore to a much prettier dark crimson where it reached...once he saw those eyes, wide and afraid and lined with building tears
Well, he couldn't just let this gift go to waste, could he?
The first bite was like heaven. A little slimier than normal, but a burst of that coppery ambrosia behind his teeth and dripping down his face. He mourned what he couldn't lick up. He wished he could make Pac part of him more wholly, but this would have to do.
The meat in his jaws was chewy, sticky, and familiar by now, but Pac's was almost sweet. Muscle and tendon tore to his teeth messily, like an art or perhaps like worship. It would have been better cooked, perhaps, but he didn't have time for that and even if he did, he'd lose getting to have those beautiful eyes on him as he feasts on this traitor to his plan and to his heart.
The next mouthful was as good as the first, but now accompanied by the beautiful sound of screams made it taste better.
Fear always did taste better...
The screams went quiet and, for an instant, Cell was the one left with a pang of fear...but Pac had just passed out.
He wouldn't run again. He couldn't.
Pac would come to understand why he did this.
Why he had to do this.
Why he made Pac a part of himself like this.
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Pac would wake, eventually, to find himself a short crawl away from the prison medical center, a tourniquet already tied around his fresh stump.
Cell never did like to have to kill his favorites, after all.