Smells of barbecue filled the air. Sun was beating down and the man tied to a chair screamed like a baby. Screaming never made any difference. If your in pain screaming like this was nothing more than annoying. If he doesn’t stop soon im cutting out his tongue and that will be my main meal. The slice of leg that is cooking on the barbecue now is nearly done.
I skewer the slice of meat on a two-pronged fork. It has beautiful charcoal lines on it and a smoky smell. Juice drips from it and my mouth waters. This man is still screaming like it’s going to do anything. He is putting a downer on this moment. With my hand open a strike him across his face.
“Shut up or I will eat your tongue next. How will you scream with a mouth full of blood?”
When I speak I get down low and look him in the eye. My voice is low and slow. I think this should send the fear of god into him. God, what a joke of a concept. If there was such a thing I should have been struck by lightning.
The man stops the screaming but whimpers slightly now. I don’t know if he knows he. Is dead yet but he will get the idea soon. He is going to be alive for a few days as I slowly eat him. To be fair I think this has to be one of the worst ways to die. Eaten alive while the man chewing on you chats to you.
With all this noise going on I have forgotten how long the turnkey has been on his leg. I need to release it every few minutes or he will get blood poisoning and that’s him ruined. I take a bite from the slice of leg. It is good oh so good. Juicy and cooked just how I like it now blood left but not dry. I give the man the fork to hold.
“Hold that for a second. Drop it and your penis is next.”
He held the fork as I released the strap. If I was him I would have at least tried to put the fork in my eye but this guy just sat there. Then he did something I did not expect. He asked me a question.
“Ok I know I’m a dead man. Will you let me have a try of myself? If I’m going to die I might as well have one last experience that no one else will have.”
My first instinct was to snatch my food back. He flinched as I acted like an animal. Then I looked at him and thought this could be nice to actually have a meal with someone. We could sit have a glass of wine and some music on as we are and spoke.
“Have a taste then and let me know if you want more.”
I held the fork full of meat to his mouth. There was a hesitation but then he bit a chunk and pulled it off the fork. Juice dribbled down his chin. With a napkin, I dabbed it away. Eagerly I asked with a smile I could not contain.
“What do you think?”
“Delicious.”
That was his only word before licking his lips.