Chocolate Virgin

I'll start with a minor note.

This story began as a means for Rachel to entertain me. She, however, gave up on it after one sitting.

I decided to take over and finish it off. Needless to say, she was horrified.

I am, and I quote, "a sick, sick individual".

Frankly, she had it coming. On with the show!

Once upon a time, in a small village on the edge of a mighty forest, there lived a man named Jesse.
Jesse had a dream that he wanted to own a chocolate factory. The problem was that Jesse didn’t have any cocoa beans.
He thought that if he could just get some cocoa plants, he could start making chocolate and build his business into the epic factory that he always wanted.
Jesse’s family thought that Jesse would be better of going into the family trade of hat making.
One day a young girl wandered into the village from the forest. She was tired and dirty and had a tattered bag on her back.
She knocked on Jesse’s door, and when he opened it she asked “Please sir, might I have a drink and a bite to eat? I’ve travelled a long way and am very hungry.”
Jesse looked at the girl and her filthy state and told her to wait outside. After brining her food and water she told him “Thank you, now tell are you the fellow that wants to find the cocoa plants?”

Jesse's stomach dropped as he realised what the filthy girl had just said. Trembling with rage, he roared, "WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT MY PRECIOUS?!"

The girl, suddenly wide-eyed, squeaked, "They told me it wouldn't be this way!", before running from Jesse's cottage, tears streaming from her eyes.

He had just made a little girl cry. He knew he should feel terrible, but all he could see was red. He wanted revenge, but he didn't know why. He grabbed a nearby pitchfork and took off after the girl, who screamed as the maniacal Jesse slowly gained on her.

Foaming at the mouth, again he screeched at the terrified blonde girl, "TELL ME WHAT YOU KNOW! WHAT DO YOU KNOW? YOUR ATTEMPTS TO ESCAPE WILL ONLY BRING YOU PAIN!" Getting bored with the chase, Jesse soon stopped running. He clutched the pitchfork tightly, before lobbing it in the direction of the girl.

It swiftly collided with her, impaling her. She gasped in horror and slumped to the ground.

Still trembling, Jesse walked slowly to the crumpled form, clutched the pitchfork again, and lifted the girl above his head. She shuddered as the pitchfork slid deeper into her organs, before she started gurgling, and coughing up blood.

Her crimson blood oozed down the handle of the pitchfork and dripped onto the ground below. It coated Jesse's hands, and seeped into his clothes and ran down his body, before spreading onto the earth at his feet. Holding her high for longer than he could remember, Jesse suddenly snapped out of his blind rage as he realised what he had done. Allowing the girl to fall to the ground, Jesse fell to his knees as the girl emitted one last squeak before she stopped breathing.

Trembling, this time of panic, Jesse looked at his bloody hands, "What have I done?" he muttered to himself, before slumping his hands to the ground, and looking at the pools of blood before him. Through his bleary eyes, Jesse noticed something - a green sprout pushing through the blood-stained earth.

He watched in fascination as the sprout took form, growing into a large plant right before his eyes. He reached out one hand to touch it, before realising what stood before him. He gasped as he got to his feet, "Cocoa!". He ran his hands down his face in disbelief, smearing himself with the girl's blood.

"I have done it!" He cried to the heavens, "I have discovered the secrets of the cocoa!"

He turned and began the walk back to his cottage, as more cocoa plants pushed through ground, enveloping the body of the blonde girl that had met her maker. His head swimming as he walked, he realised what this meant.

"I can finally open my own chocolate factory! I will have all the money I will ever need," he glanced back at the now-overgrown patch of cocoa plants, "all I need is the blood of virgins."

And so, Jesse opened his own factory. His chocolates became world famous for their sweet, innocent, untainted and youthful flavour. Everybody wanted to know his secrets, but he would never tell. He instead continued peddling his chocolates, and soon became the world's richest man, building an empire on his chocolatey treats.

And he lived happily ever after.

THE END.