They Made Me Eat the Baby

They made me eat the baby.

Afterwards, they prodded me to my feet. I fought my nausea as they danced into the night, singing praises to their nameless gods....

I looked up from the bowl into the furry face of the alien chief, the bitter taste of the herb mixture still tainted my mouth. In his arms he held the child I had eaten.

"And now you understand."

They danced into the night, and I joined them this time, singing praises to the nameless gods.

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