Jojo Siwa x Reader

Es hora de comer

Her eyes gleamed down on you like stars in the night sky. You loved her.

It was dinner time, and there was no food left in storage.

You suggested just going to the store - buying some meat to satisfy her urges.

She refused. She was hungry. She needed food. Now.

When she walked towards you with fork and knife in hand, you didn't think much of it. When she told you to lay down on the table, you didn't think much of it.

"Es hora de comer."

You didn't know Jojo was bilingual?!

When she started slicing into your skin and eating your flesh, you thought much of it.

You screamed in pain and agony. She was eating you. Starting with your arms. She ate them like you were a fucking chicken wing.

She licked down to the bone, and at that point, you couldn't feel it anymore.

"Tasty. Thanks boo, good night."

And so you laid there. Arm chewed down to the bone.

You loved her, but at what cost?