Chapter 4: The Grisly Feast

The air was thick with tension as Marcel's team moved with precision, their actions choreographed to perfection. Sophia's lifeless body, still clad in her low-cut, plunging V-neck tee, was arranged artfully on the table, her head positioned to maximize the gruesome effect. Marcel stepped back, admiring his handiwork as the guests were ushered into the private dining area. Their faces were a mix of shock and morbid fascination, their eyes fixed on Sophia's ravaged body. The dim lighting and intimate setting only added to the sense of unease, making the scene feel like a twisted dinner theater. As the guests took their seats, Marcel began to explain the "special dish" he had prepared for them. His voice was calm and collected, his words dripping with enthusiasm as he described the "main course." Sophia's body, once a vibrant and beautiful young woman, was now nothing more than a prop in Marcel's twisted game. The guests watched in horror as Marcel revealed Sophia's lifeless form, her throat slit from ear to ear. Her blood had flowed down her chest, staining her cleavage and pooling on the table. The sight was both repulsive and fascinating, and the guests couldn't help but be drawn in. But Marcel wasn't finished yet. With a flourish, he lifted Sophia's head from her torso, holding it aloft like a trophy. The guests gasped in shock, their faces pale with horror. Sophia's eyes, once bright and full of life, now stared blankly into space, her expression frozen in a permanent scream. The room fell silent, the only sound the soft murmur of the guests as they struggled to process what they had just witnessed. Marcel's team moved swiftly, arranging the "dish" to perfection. Sophia's head was placed on a silver platter, her body positioned artfully beside it. As the guests sat in stunned silence, Marcel began to explain the inspiration behind his "dish." His words were laced with obsession and fixation, his eyes gleaming with excitement as he described Sophia's beauty and the role she had played in his twisted fantasy. The scene was a surreal and nightmarish tableau, one that would haunt the guests for the rest of their lives. As they sat there, frozen in horror, Marcel's team served the "meal," presenting each guest with a plate that seemed to mock them with its normality. The evening had turned into a descent into madness, one that would leave the guests questioning their own sanity and morality. As they sat there, struggling to process the horror they had witnessed, Marcel's twisted game had become a grim reality, one that would haunt them forever. In the midst of the chaos, Marcel stood tall, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He had created a masterpiece, one that would be remembered for years to come. And as the guests stumbled out of the restaurant, their faces pale and shaken, Marcel knew that he had truly found his calling as a chef of the macabre. The night would go down in history as one of the most twisted and depraved, a night that would leave an indelible mark on the lives of all who had witnessed it. And Marcel, the twisted chef, would be the one who had made it all possible, his obsession with Sophia's beauty having led him down a path of madness and destruction.