As I mix the ingredients for the cake, I can't help but fantasize about what it would be like to use my blood and flesh instead. I imagine myself cutting myself open and pouring my blood into the bowl. I then add my flesh to the mix, watching as it sinks into the red liquid. I stir it all together, feeling a strange sense of excitement at the thought of someone eating this cake made from my body.

I can imagine their face as they take a bite, the shock and horror that would come over them. But then I see the look of ecstasy that would follow as they realize how good it tastes. They would devour the whole cake, not wanting to waste a single bite. And as they do, I would feel a sense of satisfaction knowing that I have given them something truly special.

This is my dark fantasy, one that I return to again and again. It is a way to feel close to someone, to share my body and my blood with them in a way that is intimate and unique. It is a way to show them how much I love them, even if they would never be able to understand why I would want to do such a thing.