FicWad

You know how the age old theory goes "Everything has a soul". They were right, and here I sit on someone's table waiting for my own flesh to be devoured. I'm not as calm as I sound, if it weren't for the wrapper around my lips I would be screaming in sheer terror. I'm tied between plastic and tape, decorated with bows.
The room echoed from the creaky door. They were back, the whole family this time. They were dressed in tattered and bloodied cloth, teeth sharp as razors. How I wish they were just in costumes.