Cannibal Cupcake -

Leo needed a signature item. Something unforgettable. Something that would make customers crawl back.

Leo opened his mouth to answer, but no words came out. cannibal cupcake

The cupcakes had learned to hunt.

He expected the fluffiness of cake. Instead, his teeth sank into something with the texture of cold gelatin and yielding gristle. A shock of cold liquid burst onto his tongue—metallic, salty, and thick. Leo needed a signature item

But people started vanishing. A stockbroker. A crossing guard. The vegan baker next door—though no one missed her. cannibal cupcake