Any pretence of nourishment or nutrition was gone now. What followed the Lord’s pronouncement was not even disguised as a balanced diet. It was a final, relentless lacquering of fatty sweetness...

Any pretence of nourishment or nutrition was gone now. What followed the Lord’s pronouncement was not even disguised as a balanced diet. It was a final, relentless lacquering of fatty sweetness...

Any pretence of nourishment or nutrition was gone now. What followed the Lord’s pronouncement was not even disguised as a balanced diet. It was a final, relentless lacquering of fatty sweetness...

Any pretence of nourishment or nutrition was gone now. What followed the Lord’s pronouncement was not even disguised as a balanced diet. It was a final, relentless lacquering of fatty sweetness...

Any pretence of nourishment or nutrition was gone now. What followed the Lord’s pronouncement was not even disguised as a balanced diet. It was a final, relentless lacquering of fatty sweetness...

Any pretence of nourishment or nutrition was gone now. What followed the Lord’s pronouncement was not even disguised as a balanced diet. It was a final, relentless lacquering of fatty sweetness...

Any pretence of nourishment or nutrition was gone now. What followed the Lord’s pronouncement was not even disguised as a balanced diet. It was a final, relentless lacquering of fatty sweetness...

Any pretence of nourishment or nutrition was gone now. What followed the Lord’s pronouncement was not even disguised as a balanced diet. It was a final, relentless lacquering of fatty sweetness...

Any pretence of nourishment or nutrition was gone now. What followed the Lord’s pronouncement was not even disguised as a balanced diet. It was a final, relentless lacquering of fatty sweetness...

Any pretence of nourishment or nutrition was gone now. What followed the Lord’s pronouncement was not even disguised as a balanced diet. It was a final, relentless lacquering of fatty sweetness...

Inspired by "She'll Be Ready For Thanksgiving" by TheFeeder1. A girl takes a job on a private estate: To prepare for the Harvest Festival. But she is the one being prepared! A slow burn horror tale. I was aiming for a Wicker Man atmosphere.