From Flesh

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
A young women is held captive in a basement and her each day another piece of flesh is taken from her.

Submitted: June 02, 2010

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From Flesh
 Sitting in the dark; musky room on the cold concrete floor. Sara’s hands were going numb behind her back from the tie straps. The blindfold made it impossible to see anything around. She doubted it would have made any difference if she could see. It was pitch black even with her eyes covered she knew it was. The darkness had a feeling to it; she felt it move slowly around her engulfing her entire being. Not wanting to draw anymore attention to her self than she already had, Sara muffled her cries the best she could. The few tears that slipped out of her hers pooled then absorbed into the blindfold making it even more uncomfortable. 
A door opened, the click of the lights coming on followed by foot steps descending an old rickety wooden staircase. The footsteps inched closer and closer echoing when they hit the concrete. Sara’s body tensed as she felt a warm moist breath near her right ear that made the hair on the back of her neck stand on end. Then she felt a searing pain in her forearm followed by a warm wet feeling running down her arm. The blood gathered in her half cupped right hand, the overflow streamed onto the floor like a crimson waterfall. Sara felt her body ease as the stranger walked away, even if they were now in possession of a piece of her flesh. Ease gave way to nausea; nausea to darkness Sara’s eyes fluttered underneath the now tear soaked cloth. Her body young and firm went limp and crashed against the cold floor.
This went on for what seemed like forever to Sara. Though she knew it couldn’t have been more than a couple days. It was always the same; the door, the snap of the lights, the echoing footsteps. Then another piece of her was taken, another filet of Sara. Each time she passed out and when she came to her wounds were bandaged. Additions were made to this routine food and water was offered, though Sara was hardly ever hungry.  If she needed to use the bathroom they would take her and clean her afterwards. Sara didn’t want to die, but she did wish for death to come to take her away from this dark hell she was now a prisoner of.
How long, how long could this continue; Sara didn’t want to know what she looked like now. Mutilated no one would want to be near her scarred body. Pointless though she supposed she wasn’t going to make it out of here alive. The harvesting would continue until there was nothing left to take. Then a bitter end, but at least it would end. No more would she have to deal with this sick twisted cannibalistic psycho.
The door creaked, the light snapped Sara clinched her jaw and restrained tears that she knew would eventually flow, but only after, after another piece was taken, a piece she would never get back. The steps seemed labored heavier even on the concrete. There was a grunt and then the sound of something hitting the floor. Was it another person, was she no longer alone in this nightmare. After a brief moment of silence she could hear the footsteps moving toward her, rough hands touching her face and pulling down her blindfold. It was her father he came to save her, tears of joy began to stream down her face stinging as they hit her parched lips. He looked deep into her swollen eyes tears forming in the corners of his eyes. “I am so sorry, baby” he said grief evident in his voice. Before she could answer he continued “We had to, it was the only way” the tears now drained down his face. Sara had to fight to speak, her throat dry and sore “I don’t understand” she finally managed to say. Her father knelt down to get eye level with her“Your mother and I; we tried to let go and move on, but we just couldn’t” Sara’s heart pounded and her head throbbed making it even harder to speak “What?” she said within a gasp of air.Before he could respond the door opened again Sara looked past her father to the top of the stairs it was her mother and someone else she couldn’t make out who it was at first. Sara shut her eyes for a moment when she opened them again her mother was at the bottom of the stairs hands on the shoulders of a small boy, His eyes were a murky white, skin pale and cracked.The aroma of death surrounded him Sara squinted “ Tommy?” he let out an unholy cry he moved with jerky motion like someone with epilepsy now he was inches away from Sara’s face. His head jerked back and forth as if he were trying to see her, but could only smell her, smell the flesh and blood that he had been feasting on. “That’s right Tommy, its Sara you remember Sara don’t you” Her father said as if he were talking to an actual child, and not some twisted corpse. “ We  brought you something Tommy” he continued walking over to the large bag he had brought down with him, opening it Sara could see the head of a young girl emerge she couldn’t have been much older than fifteen. Tommy’s attention drifted away from Sara and to his present. He moved closer to the young girl making gurgling noises and letting out the occasional cry. Sara looked on in horror as she and her parents smile curling on their lips as Tommy dug his teeth into the young girls neck blood draining down her neck and smearing all over his face. Sara’s stomach knotted up in repulsion she almost thought she was more revolted by the smile on her parents face than the fact that her once dead little brother was now feasting on some poor innocent girl. “Now we can be a family again” her mother said still watching Tommy. “And we owe it all to you Sara” Her father added “ME?” Sara said confused. “You were the key, it had to be your flesh” He said with a joy in his voice that made Sara want to die. 
Sara struggled to get to her feet her mother came over to help her. She knew what she had to do, the choice wasn’t even a choice anymore it was fate, irreversible. Sara brandished her best puppy dog expression and looked at her mother “If we’re going to be a family again can you please untie me?” she asked. Her mother looked at her father than back at her. “Of course dear, its all over now” Her mother said the love that Sara used to hear in her voice was still there, but now it sank like a stone in Sara’s soul. 
After she had been untied her mother went back to watching Tommy he had almost finished the upper body of the girl. Sara was not looking forward to what she now had to do, but she could see no other way; slowly moving backward toward a crowbar that was resting against the wall. Picking it up she began to move toward her parents that’s when Tommy lifted his head and turned it toward Sara her parents turned to look at her, before they could react Sara swung and connected with the side of her father’s head he collapsed blood seeping from the fresh wound. Her mother gasped and was unaware the crowbar being swung by her daughter was headed for her chest when it hit it knocked the wind out of her and sent her backwards onto the cold concrete. Tommy let out a scream and rushed toward Sara with one final swing she caught the bottom of his jaw ripping it from his decaying face. This however didn’t stop the little monster he continued his pursuit Sara planted the straight end of the crowbar into his chest burying it into his putrefied flesh; Tommy was once more lifeless. Her mother’s chest cavity was caved in, but she was still alive as Sara walked passed her mother grabbed her ankle and looked up at her with a “why did you do this” expression on her face. Sara shook her hand off and said “Now it’s over” and walked up the stairs. 
The Sunlight burned Sara’s eyes, but the breeze felt good against her skin. She looked back at the house that was her own personal hell, spit on the porch and walked away from her nightmare. It was finally over.


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