2 - The Cannibal
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It seemed that I had swallowed my own tongue. It didn’t feel anywhere in my mouth. Turned into a cold stone I stood there staring at the fish as if it would resurrect and fly back to the aquarium.
He had already finished Lovely’s stomach and thighs. Now he was chomping on the calf. He was holding her hacked off lower leg by ankles and busy tearing on soft flesh of the calf. Lovely’s partly eaten corpse was smeared in blood. Blood was actually all around. He himself was sitting in the pool of her blood oblivious to everything around except stuffing his mouth with Lovely’s calf flesh.
I wretched again with a loud and painful scream. My front of T-shirt was wet with my lunch that I had taken. My head started throbbing with an unbearable ache. He looked at me with his face covered in Lovely’s blood, lips sticky with drying blood, smiling and a beastly savage look in his eyes.
He is not a human being!
So this is what he used to do! He used to eat a new girl every day after raping her. But why did he not eat me? He was fond of girls only. But now I knew who he is! I am soon going to end up into small pieces by his axe. I noticed his axe in his right hand. So he used to enjoy the victim then killed them with his axe and eat them. Then I noticed another faint movement. Lovely’s corpse was moving in small jerks. It was not copse. Lovely was still alive. She was half dead.
So he did not kill the victims. He used to eat them alive. That explained the carpet of blood on the floor. Lovely must have crawled for her life over the floor when he slowly and sadistically handicapped her of her leg. She might have screamed and pleaded him to spare her. But he was a monster. He played with his game around while eating her in parts. It was horrible to witness the poor girl watching herself being eaten alive to slow, painful and horrible death. It was not black paint on the walls. It was the blood of his earlier victims.
That strange stench was of dried blood, decomposing body parts strewn around on the floor and dampness of the huge hall. Suddenly he brought his axe up and chopped off one of her fingers. Lovely was not even screaming now. Her soul was just clutching her to depart any moment. He picked up the finger, stood up and came over to me. He dangled the finger in front of my face and hissed – ‘eat’.
‘no’ – I said in the voice of a stranger.
He grabbed my nape and stuffed the finger forcefully in my mouth. ‘eat’ – he repeated with his axe trained over my head. I did. Who wouldn’t? I vomited once more and fainted again.
This went on for whole night. He made me eat Lovely’s ears, nose, fleshy parts of her chest and seat.
I ate, vomited, fainted, came round, vomited, ate, vomited, fainted, came round, ate……
He returned with a tall and
slender girl. Her hair and eyes were as black as starless night sky. She was
all smiling and chattering with him. I heard him calling her Lovely. Lovely was
in her late twenties and was wearing a low-waist jeans under a low cut top
revealing enough flesh that could drive any sane and able man go crazy and
drool all over her. He was also responding in the most pleasant gentlemanly way
he used to do. He asked me to prepare tea and went into the drawing room almost
dragging her along with him. This girl didn’t seem to be requiring the magic
powder. She was all game by herself. But I could not take that risk so I went
to the kitchen and started preparing the tea.
Then I added the magic powder as usual. I was pouring the tea when he entered the kitchen, again soundless, like a ghost and came over my head. His eyes were burning red with rage. I swallowed hardly. So he had seen the wet cloth. His one hand was behind his back and in the other hand he was not holding the axe. I took a silent breath of respite. At least I was not going to die. Slowly he brought his other hand up from behind, in front of me. There was hanging a small, red, dead fish in his fingers. I shivered with anticipation of what was to come. My legs felt to be turning to jelly when he growled like a hungry wolf – ‘I found this under the table’.
Then I added the magic powder as usual. I was pouring the tea when he entered the kitchen, again soundless, like a ghost and came over my head. His eyes were burning red with rage. I swallowed hardly. So he had seen the wet cloth. His one hand was behind his back and in the other hand he was not holding the axe. I took a silent breath of respite. At least I was not going to die. Slowly he brought his other hand up from behind, in front of me. There was hanging a small, red, dead fish in his fingers. I shivered with anticipation of what was to come. My legs felt to be turning to jelly when he growled like a hungry wolf – ‘I found this under the table’.
It seemed that I had swallowed my own tongue. It didn’t feel anywhere in my mouth. Turned into a cold stone I stood there staring at the fish as if it would resurrect and fly back to the aquarium.
It happened so swiftly that I
didn’t see it coming. My mind dived into a recess of darkness. Even before I
could understand that he had probably slapped me, I fainted.
I was sitting on a wooden chair.
My left side of the face was throbbing with pain where I took his slap that
made me faint. I tried to move then I found that my legs were secured to the
chairs’ with a duct tape. So were the hands behind the back of the chair. The
place was dark and damp. A yellow bulb was giving a losing fight to the darkness
with its pale yellow, twinkling light. The place was reeking of a strange kind
of filthy, unbearable smell. The walls were smeared with huge patches of black
paint. I tried my best to focus in that faint light.
Then I heard a sound - a strange sound that made my hair on the neck stand straight. It was a sound as if a starving dog is hogging on food. The slurping and chewing sound was coming from right in front. What I beheld made me wretch instantly. I felt as if my intestines will turn out through my mouth.
My heart sank deep into my ribs and eyes got soggy with tears.
Then I heard a sound - a strange sound that made my hair on the neck stand straight. It was a sound as if a starving dog is hogging on food. The slurping and chewing sound was coming from right in front. What I beheld made me wretch instantly. I felt as if my intestines will turn out through my mouth.
My heart sank deep into my ribs and eyes got soggy with tears.
He had already finished Lovely’s stomach and thighs. Now he was chomping on the calf. He was holding her hacked off lower leg by ankles and busy tearing on soft flesh of the calf. Lovely’s partly eaten corpse was smeared in blood. Blood was actually all around. He himself was sitting in the pool of her blood oblivious to everything around except stuffing his mouth with Lovely’s calf flesh.
I wretched again with a loud and painful scream. My front of T-shirt was wet with my lunch that I had taken. My head started throbbing with an unbearable ache. He looked at me with his face covered in Lovely’s blood, lips sticky with drying blood, smiling and a beastly savage look in his eyes.
My whole body was shivering
looking at the horrifying scene, terror and anticipation of my gory death.
He is not a human being!
He is a monster!
A cannibal!
I have been living with a cannibal!
So this is what he used to do! He used to eat a new girl every day after raping her. But why did he not eat me? He was fond of girls only. But now I knew who he is! I am soon going to end up into small pieces by his axe. I noticed his axe in his right hand. So he used to enjoy the victim then killed them with his axe and eat them. Then I noticed another faint movement. Lovely’s corpse was moving in small jerks. It was not copse. Lovely was still alive. She was half dead.
So he did not kill the victims. He used to eat them alive. That explained the carpet of blood on the floor. Lovely must have crawled for her life over the floor when he slowly and sadistically handicapped her of her leg. She might have screamed and pleaded him to spare her. But he was a monster. He played with his game around while eating her in parts. It was horrible to witness the poor girl watching herself being eaten alive to slow, painful and horrible death. It was not black paint on the walls. It was the blood of his earlier victims.
That strange stench was of dried blood, decomposing body parts strewn around on the floor and dampness of the huge hall. Suddenly he brought his axe up and chopped off one of her fingers. Lovely was not even screaming now. Her soul was just clutching her to depart any moment. He picked up the finger, stood up and came over to me. He dangled the finger in front of my face and hissed – ‘eat’.
‘no’ – I said in the voice of a stranger.
He grabbed my nape and stuffed the finger forcefully in my mouth. ‘eat’ – he repeated with his axe trained over my head. I did. Who wouldn’t? I vomited once more and fainted again.
This went on for whole night. He made me eat Lovely’s ears, nose, fleshy parts of her chest and seat.
I ate, vomited, fainted, came round, vomited, ate, vomited, fainted, came round, ate……
By the break of dawn my condition
was filthier than a pig. I was drenched in my own vomit and Lovely’s blood,
stench had become the part of my existence and I was moving like a zombie. He
had finished most of Lovely except the bones. This time he was busy cracking
her skull with his axe when I saw a huge knife lying on the floor. This he might
have used to chop out the flesh from parts like thighs.
I picked it up, slowly tip toed towards him behind his back and plunged its whole eight inches long blade in his spine with all my strength. He screamed with agony. His body arched like a bow and he swung around with his axe in his hand. His hand struck my face and I fell down. He threw the axe and tried to grip the knife which was stuffed behind. His hands could not reach the knife. He was growling in pain and anger. I ran for my life towards the single door in the ceiling.
The door was at the other end of a stair case that was going upwards. So, it was a basement. I came out of the basement into the drawing room. The basement was never in my knowledge earlier. I closed the iron door in the floor of the drawing and replaced the carpet over it. The first thing I needed now to clean myself thoroughly.
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I picked it up, slowly tip toed towards him behind his back and plunged its whole eight inches long blade in his spine with all my strength. He screamed with agony. His body arched like a bow and he swung around with his axe in his hand. His hand struck my face and I fell down. He threw the axe and tried to grip the knife which was stuffed behind. His hands could not reach the knife. He was growling in pain and anger. I ran for my life towards the single door in the ceiling.
The door was at the other end of a stair case that was going upwards. So, it was a basement. I came out of the basement into the drawing room. The basement was never in my knowledge earlier. I closed the iron door in the floor of the drawing and replaced the carpet over it. The first thing I needed now to clean myself thoroughly.
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