3 - Food Preference

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The giggling laughter woke me up. I was sleeping in the city park under a dried shrubbery. It was a young couple sitting on the park bench. It was very late at night but I had no idea of the time. Their conversation told me that the man was a bachelor and girl was living alone in her apartment somewhere in the town. They were more than friends and less than husband-wife. I needed some source of money and shelter. This girl could be that.

Their conversation also informed me that girl’s car was parked outside somewhere and they were planning something interesting. Stealthily and swiftly I went out of the park, located the car and tried the boot. Luckily it was open. I hid myself there and waited. After a few moments I heard them outside. They were talking and laughing. Then they entered the car. After sometime, car started shaking with a rhythm. So, they were making love. I could hear the girl still giggling sometime. 

Suddenly I heard a harsh voice. This was a policeman on beat. A little argument ensued, followed by apologies by the young couple and warnings issued by the policeman. Finally, the car started and ran off. After about half an hour, after taking several turns across the city roads, car stopped. I heard them come out of the car. Slowly, I opened the boot cover and peeped outside. The car was in a bungalow compound. I carefully came out and hid behind the car. I saw them at a distance embracing tightly and kissing each other. The girl seemed to be more turned on as their escapade in the car had been spoiled by the policeman. After a while they went inside.

I tip toed towards the backside of the building and managed to slip in through an unlatched window. I found myself in a bathroom. I carefully came out of the bathroom and stepped into a living room. I heard girls’ giggling from one direction. I followed it. It was a bedroom whose door was ajar but I could see them inside. They were busy having fun. I waited patiently hoping that the boy will leave after some time. But after one hour he was still in there enjoying unstoppably. I was feeling hungry. I searched for the kitchen and found milk, ice-cream, fruits in the refrigerator. I wolfed down whatever I could. I didn’t like the taste but hunger took over.

Satiated, I returned back. They were still rolling on the huge bed. Suddenly I strained my ears. Did I hear something? The noise came again. Someone was entering the house quietly. I slipped behind the huge almirah and held my breath. Someone was approaching from the semidarkness in the living room. Then I saw him approaching towards the bedroom. He was a man with a small handgun in his hand. He slowly opened the door of the bedroom and entered. I heard the scream of the girl. The man was shouting. From their argument I learned that the girl was actually married, the man was her husband and the boy was the current time pass of the girl.

Suddenly the man shot the boy dead. Girl was screaming hysterically now. I looked around and saw a metal vase on the table. I picked it up and stole behind the man inside the bedroom. Man’s back was towards me but the girl could see me. The boy was lying on the bed, dead, his blood soaking into the mattress. Girl’s eyes spread with horror and surprise. Man turned around when my hand holding the vase swung with a brutal force. Heavy vase fell on mans head. His skull caved in and he dropped with a thump on the floor. The gun clattered below the bed. Man was not moving, probably dead. I checked his pulse, definitely dead.

Now I looked at the girl who was standing like an idol with not a single strand of cloth on her body. I gave her a second, slow, scrutinizing look then she realized her condition and quickly fumbled for her clothes. Having covered herself she asked me who I was. I told her that I was an orphan and broke into the house for some food. She gave me an incredulous look but at this moment I had saved her from her almost definite death.

She brought a hoe and a spade. We dragged the corpses into the backyard. Against whatever I had already been through yesterday this was a cool breeze. But still the sight of blood aroused a strange feeling in me. We dug graves in the soft ground and shoved the dead men into them. Then I splashed sufficient amount of kerosene over them and showed them a burning matchstick. Finally, we buried the charred bodies. This all took us more than 3 hours. We came back to the bedroom and cleaned it thoroughly. Another 2 hours. Both of us were panting with exhaustion. She told her name Sita.

What a bloody contradictory name!

When she asked I told her that I was 17. Her eyes started sparkling with desire again. That girl was a crazy nymphomaniac. She made us drinks and we got drunk. Quickly she entered the bathroom into the shower and signaled me to join. I removed my clothes too and entered the bathroom. She giggled and spread her arms. She was more than double of my age. This was a new and interesting experience for me.

Was it a reward of the hell I had been through yesterday?

I moved towards her slowly.

My first bite tore off the thin skin of her soft neck. Shocked, horrified and agonized scream bellowed from Sita’s throat. She grabbed her throat and tried to run out of the bathroom by pushing me aside. A fountain of blood gushed from her wound, ran down her naked body, blended with showering water and streamed like a pale red serpent towards the drain. She failed in her effort. I grabbed her and chewed off her left cheek. She fell down on her back rolling with acute agony and unbearable shock on the bathroom floor.

That bloody  monster had turned me into a monster too!

But strangely, I was not repenting or complaining. Rather a beastly smile was playing on my lips. I grabbed her as if embracing her and started eating her.

She was far more delicious than Lovely.

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