When I was a young woman, living in the desert, I met a Djinn. He looked friendly, and offered me 3 wishes. I was delighted. I was also naive.
My first wish was immortality, including eternal youth and instant healing from wounds and diseases.
My second wish was true love, someone who would forever love me, and I would forever love him.
My final wish was that my true love would live exactly as long as I would, also with eternal youth of course.
The Djinn granted my wishes and smiled. "I like granting love wishes, they're so full of hope. One last piece of advice though, sweetheart. The way to a man's heart is through his stomach.
Keep that in mind". He winked and vanished.
After some time I learned the Rules: a wound would still hurt, but would close immediately. If I lost a limb, it really hurt, but I'd just grow a new one.
The limb I lost would rot away like any piece of meat. I still felt what happened to it though, until the nerves were too damaged to work. Very painful.
I eventually decided it wasn't that bad after all. I just had to be careful.
I met my true love. We married. That was 352 years ago, and I still love him more than anything. He still loves me too. I can see it in his beautiful smile, his twinkling eyes.
We're a perfect match. But when he unlocks my door and walks towards me with his knife, I can not help wondering.
"Why does he have to be a cannibal?"