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“When the food runs out, the family reunion is over. It’s cool that out of all my
relatives, I’m the only cannibal.”
– Jarod Kintz, This Book Has No Title
Waiting For That Day
Eric laid on the metal embalmin
g table for another day. The
parts where his
body had already warmed the
metal were okay, but the slig
htest movement
set ripples of cold through
his body. Not that he cou
ld
tru
ly move. Only
phantom limbs remained at
this stage of his kidnapping
, so the handcuffs
weren’t necessary to restrain
him. Pain was almost nonexiste
nt, as he was
hooked into several machines
whose faint bleeps and bloops
served as the
constant reminder that he wa
s still alive. And still waitin
g. His eyes were
blindfolded, so he was blind
as well as hoarse — his voi
ce was left ragged
after screaming for help for
hours on end when he first
got here.
The door rustled and scraped
against the cement as it ope
ned. The monster
had returned. Was it possib
le today was the day, that
fat
eful time when
the man would be put out of
his misery? It was all he hop
ed for nowadays.
Listening to the monster’s foo
tsteps, Eric heard him pass
by in favor of one
of his other victims kept in
this dungeon. He couldn’t hold
back a muttered
“Please kill me.”
The chuckle the monster let
out almost seemed human. It
spoke with a
human’s voice well enough wh
en it lured him into its clutch
es, but it let go
of all the theatrics once it
had him. To think he once
found the monster
attractive.
Hearing the screams of one
of the other victims as the
monster no doubt
cut into their limbs to take
them to god-knows-where and
do god-knows-
what with them, he tried onc
e more. “Kill me now. Please
!”
The monster laughed again and
shuffled its feet on its way
toward Eric.
It then pinched the edge of
his blindfold and lifted it slig
htly, allowing Eric
to see the inhuman visage
with red eyes and rows of
razor-sharp teeth
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