Vegan Veal

Vegan Veal

By Joel M. Andre

© 2021 by Joel M. Andre

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Intense pain in his spine, as the invisible attacker roughly pressed his gritty face harder into the brownish bloodstains of his ivory pillowcase. He could feel the heat from the noisy, balmy breath of his assailant as it crept and crawled over the back of his neck. It floated along with the carefree dance of a curious crawler tickling along the hairs. The musty scent slaughtering his senses as it blended with his attacker's sour, sulfuric smell.

His stomach dropped as he felt an uneasy swarm of butterflies fill his stomach. Their tiny wings flapping with an intensity of a derecho, it slammed and churned the bitter bile in the pit of his bowels, while it clawed with an intense burn along the sensitive sides of his pharynx. With his throat on fire, he tried to squirm and scream, but the predator pinned him with pulsing pressure. As it bitterly burst and thrust from his throat, he squirmed more in vain. But his violator-maintained chilling control. Beneath his muffled hurls and screams, he could taste the cottony taste of the fabric as it blended with the soured acidic bite of the gritty bile.

Seconds before, Klaus Diebold dreamed of being reclined in a cherry red chair on his bumblebee black and yellow boat, drifting along the tranquil Clarks Hill Lake in beautiful Lincoln County, Georgia. In a peaceful and serene spot on the glistening blue-green waters against the red clay of the shore. It danced with the wind as it captured the bright shimmering sunlight. These burst below the brackish and the early morning sunrays illuminated shadowy blend of the four finest bass in the world. Hybrid, largemouth, white, and striped bass as they swirled and swam anxiously among the bluegill, catfish, and crappie. Each species of fish seeking a unique twist on briny bait, sparkling, and enticing them with shimmering spinners cast with a careful hook.

It paired with the calming sound of a whispering breeze as it hushed softly, drifting through the peacefully placid pines. paired with the plop of the hook as it struck the water as he slackened his grip. Then silently sunk and swayed slowly into the quiet depths of the dark murky waters below. 

Klaus smelled the dreamy mix of fresh fishy water as it boldly clashed with the clean woodsy aroma of the surrounding wilderness. The air around him perfect and coupled nicely with an ice-cold brew he was killing. His euphoric dream of an alcohol buzz adding to the relaxing serenity surrounding him. Inhaling again, he smelled the sickening sweet odoriferous honey scent of fresh spring peach blossoms as they clashed against the crisp freshness.

It was as sudden as the jeering change in the bitter bite of his beloved dark hops. In an instant, with a twist and burst, it popped as it blasted with a bitterness backed with a bite of tartness. Before bursting and buckling brutally beaten by bloody brass knuckles, brutely bashing as bleeding bruises blacked the bluntly beaten back. With a searing pain feeling like a tingling tongue held under a potato peeler then skillfully skidding, slicing, and sliding shreds of succulent soft scaly skin. Before seductively sinking the sticky slobbery stump into a sinister stinging saline solution.

Jolted awake, Klaus felt arms assaulting him as their massive hands wrestled with him, before kneeling against him and aggressively forced handcuffs onto his bulky wrists. As the cool steel snapped into place, it sunk into his skin while being excessively tightening. A trickle of blood spurt as it shot from the splitting skin. Klaus screamed as he felt big bearish brawlers forcing their way into his mouth to hold it in place.

Before being arrested years ago, this is what he imagined it would be like. A corrupt cop crookedly creeping and pausing above him before bursting into blows and severing his security in seconds.