[ WP ] You are Skyping your SO . You playfully bite him/her over the camera . They recoil in terror with a part of their face torn off .

`` Hey, Sophie darling,'' I say, winking and wiggling my eyebrows suggestively. 
 
 She knows immediately what's up. 
 
 She frowns, but a small curve graces her lips, holding back a smile. `` Max, you know I do n't like the idea of doing that. It's weird.'' 
 
 `` Come on, just once?'' I give her my best puppy dog eyes. `` What's wrong with just one little nibble? It... it'd be my first time too.'' 
 
 `` It's weird how insistent you are,'' she says. `` And somehow, it just does n't feel right. I know it seems like such a silly thing but I ca n't explain it, I just do n't... do n't know.'' 
 
 `` I really want to. I think it'll bring us closer together.'' I stare deep into her eyes. `` Please, darling?'' 
 
 She sighs and bites her lip uncertainly, but I know she's going to bend before she even says `` fine''. I've seen that look of defeat a thousand times. 
 
 I lean closer to the camera, smiling in that mischievous way that aggravates her so much. My heart races. 
 
 And chomp down on that pretty face of her's. 
 
 She makes a gurgling sound like she's trying to scream. Part of her face has been ripped off. Including, disgustingly, the side of her lips. 
 
 Grabbing the remains of her face with both hands, she desperately struggles to get back. The chair topples over, and all that is left on my side is her blank wall. 
 
 The room falls silent. 
 
 Is this how it's supposed to be? It does n't seem right at all. I do n't know what to think. Is this really all it is... 
 
 That's when I notice the sensation of something soft and smooth in my mouth. I ca n't think what it reminds me of. Probably like... raw meat. 
 
 Oh god, there's no way it could be... 
 
 Am I gay? Is this a dick in my mouth? 
 
 I spit it out in disgust, and that's when I see it's not even vaguely phallic shaped. It's very clearly meat, skin, flesh and blood clearly visible. With the smallest outline of soft lips on the edge. 
 
 `` It's okay, I'm not gay!'' I shout to my laptop. 
 
 My girlfriend has yet to reappear, but it's okay, because I know I am still attracted to her species. She'll come around. 
 
 `` Hey, you still there?'' 
 
 No answer. 
 
 `` I'm sure you'll be fine,'' I say. `` You have to come over to get the flesh back at least. I can explain...'' 
 
 `` I have a family history of this special ability over Skype and I did n't know if I had it as well.'' I hesitate, but choose to be completely honest. `` I... I felt urges, but I could n't be sure. But in case I was I wanted my first time to be special with with a girl I trust.'' 
 
 Deathly silence. 
 
 `` I'm sure this wo n't be the last time, so you'll have to get used to it. It might even be fun after a while!'' I try to keep my voice even. I'm going to break down if she still does n't say anything. `` It's... it's just how my power manifested.'' 
 
 I glance at the monitor, and it seems she's dragged herself back into the seat. Anger, horror, fear. Her stare says it all. 
 
 `` Please,'' I say, fear flooding my brain at the thought of her leaving. `` Stay with me. This is... this is me. And I'm disgusting. I'm sorry if you were n't ready... I could n't tell you or... just... I love you.'' 
 
 A message pops up in Skype chat. It's from her. 
 
 I'm sorry. 
 
 The call ends with a beep, and I'm left sitting there, head in my hands, wondering how the hell it could be any worse. 
 
 The love of my life, and she's never coming back. And can I blame her? 
 
 In the room beside mine, I hear the ringing of a Skype call being dialed. And then, fainter sounds... of moaning, thumping, creaking... 
 
 Never more than now do I despise my fucking brother, and his incredible fortune for being endowed with the ability to have sex over Skype. 
 
 All while I stare at this rotting piece of meat on the floor.
