The First and Last Meal

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic

I wasn't sure what genre to put this under, but I think cannibalism is more horror then crime. This is kind of disturbing, but I've written worse, which I most likely not post on this site. Hope you enjoy!
(Not for the faint hearted)


The Last Meal


Hahaha, the sight was one I would have died to see. Having Willy Smitz sitting in my basement, bounded to my grandmothers old leather chair. Pleading for mercy from my starving blade. His pleads just encouraged me to continue thrusting the blade into his pale flesh. It was better then I could have imagined. Ravishing in his superior quality of screams into my itching ears. It was amazing, I could have stood there all day luxuriating in his screams.
Everything went perfect, continuing the trend was simple now that I had him in my captivity. I picked him up after football practice. He had no idea why a nerd like me would have wanted to meet with him, but he agreed anyway. Little did he know that I remembered everything he said to me in 6th grade continuing to 11th. I remembered it all. The degrading names and sexual comments. I couldn't walk down the hall with out some snide comment coming my way. The teachers knew what was going on, but took joy in it to. Some would encourage their deeming actions or take no action to stop it. But they're on my list now. And I'm coming for them. My voice will be heard in one way or another.
So now, Willy here sits in my basement. My mother is gone for a few days, but she wouldn't believe me even if I told her. She would be too busy smoking that joint or making that drink. Either way I came last on her list of priorities. I have a list of what to do with him. Right now I'm starting stage two.
I reach over to my weapon table, which is really an old microwave box, but it works. My hand returns armed with a cucumber peeler. Holding it up inspecting it, the blade glistens in the dim lighting. Chuckling I approach his arm and watch his skin crawl with anticipation. This is better then I thought it would be. I continue advancing to his flesh, letting the cold blade rest on the pale skin of his forearm.
"So faggot how does it feel now?" He tries to respond, but it comes out muffled from the rag in his mouth. "Oh, right you can't speak. How does it feel to not be heard? To have no one care?"
He squirms in his seat, blood dripping over his eye from where my fist met his face earlier. For a second I debated weather or not I should remove the gag, but then there's a chance that the neighbors could hear. And I don't want them spoiling my fun now do I?
Again I make progress towards slicing his arms open. As I do so he tries thrashing around to break free, but he's not going anywhere.
"Sit and suffer the wrath, Geek. What do you want your mommy? Are you gonna go cry to your mommy?" I don't think so.
The blade makes quick progress across and now it starts it descent downwards. Slowly I drag the blade down, mostly to antagonize him, but also because of the friction of the awkward angle. With a squishing sound the flesh chunk hits the cement floor. Encircled by a slight stain of gore. Something I didn't think of, but Wal-mart always asks you to recycle. Once the floor is prep-ed and ready I continue my task. The air is filled with the salty smell of the iron filled blood. Curiously I hold the blade up to my face, smelling the gore. It smells more savory then I thought it would. Cautiously I lick a little bit off of the shining blade. It was bitter, but metalish. Not a bad combination.
"How does that feel? Some one peeling off your flesh and then tasting it?
Looking into his eyes it was clear he didn't appreciate me eating his flesh. Bending down I picked up the piece and examined it in the light. Well I have to get rid of it somehow. This time I tried a piece of flesh. It to tasted that sweet metal taste with a hint of chickenish flavor. I enjoyed the glare I was getting greatly. Almost as much as the flavor of his skin.
"I wonder what you eye is like?" This got the biggest rise out of him. He screamed hysterically begging again. Saying bogus crap I can tell by the look on his face. It's only the fear for why he cares. If I let him go things would go back to the way they where and I can't let that happen.
I reach back over to my table of tools. This time picking up a medical scalpel I stole from biology class. My hand went forth to his eye, becoming prosperous in seconds. Retrieving his warm eyeball. Again I placed it in my mouth. Similar texture to a grape and the same snap when you bit down on it. Filling my mouth with the overwhelming taste of blood and eye juices. This treasure was even better then the flesh, but this isn't what I planned. If I consumed him I would get a larger penalty if the cops found out. I already knew I wouldn't be charged with first degree because I didn't plan what to do about the floor. So my time in the slammer wouldn't have been so long. But cannibalism. I don't know what that will get me. But it tastes so good. And I have to get rid of the corpse somehow.
"Ahrrgggg" I cry out in frustration. Then I look at his eye hole and the overwhelming explosion in my mouth comes back. Frantically I gouge out the other one and popped it in my mouth. Calming the over active saliva glands. Surely he will die of blood loss soon so I better get it while its fresh.
So I continued peeling and eating, enjoying every mouth watering piece. The juicy meat couldn't have lasted enough. Everything was perfect again, I felt the feeling of true bliss for once. Until my mother came home with a friend. Capt. Montgrovence of the police station. I was caught quite red handed.


Submitted: February 13, 2010

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Atton Brown

aw he got caught? dag i wuda loved ta see him get away with it then like work on his list ..each person getting like a more and more grusome punishment...bu thats just me haha
anyways i really enjoyed this it was very descriptive ane haunting great job!

Sat, February 13th, 2010 2:32pm

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Thanks! Of course he got caught, I can't have a cannibal running around, but I suppose I could have made him complete some of his list. Oh well, but thanks for commenting! :)

Sat, February 13th, 2010 7:29am

Key Izead

#1: Maybe I should stop with the innuendos at lunch... haha like thatll happen

#2: I'm feeling the Buckah-like urge to go eat...

#3: Super smexy! I love it I only wish more stories were as delicious as this one o well

Mon, February 15th, 2010 9:26pm

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Lol, Buckah willl kill you if she readys this, possible exactly like this story/
I normally try to fix obvious erros but i wiilll leave thwn to shiow you howss reatred my keyboard has bee3n since i spiiledc soda on it./

Mon, February 15th, 2010 1:32pm

Key Izead

Are you going tonight?!!!

Mon, February 15th, 2010 9:27pm

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Idk, Buccah won't reply

Mon, February 15th, 2010 1:28pm

Key Izead

Also obviously he got caught look at the title! otherwise I agree with Atton Brown!

Mon, February 15th, 2010 9:28pm

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Lol, I have a feeling your gonna make some enemies on here with your opinionated self.

Mon, February 15th, 2010 1:33pm

authorleesa

bleurggh! icky...

Wed, August 18th, 2010 3:36am

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Lol ;)

Tue, December 28th, 2010 11:37am

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