BLACK RED BLOOD WHITE

Chapter Three, II

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"You Don't Think...you will see that as soon as they notice you...everything will be clear to you. Who is good and who is not. I am sorry you ended up in hell, of this I am not to blame. You were reckless, you thought of the love story, the happy ending, of making him fall in love perhaps, and instead you find yourself dead in the bathtub. But if I didn't kill you, they would have done it, first they would have raped you, then narcotized you. They have a very well-equipped operating room. They amputate your arms and legs so you can't escape, you can't move anymore...they tie you to a hospital bed with an IV attached to keep you alive and in turn they rape you in all your holes until you get pregnant. Then they continue raping you until you give birth. Then they take the bastard you spawned and breed him. Don't you believe it, bitch? Come and see the others...they have a few more, they've been busy moving their contraptions here but they'll soon reach the full pace they had before the explosion. As soon as they discover you, they will take you to the cold room so you can see for yourself."

He looked at her with his mouth open.

Useless to convince her now, it was better to wait for the truth to speak for her.

The body was becoming hopelessly swollen.

There was a knock at the door.

Both jolted.

"Can they hear us?"

"No. Maybe a buzz but I would say no."

"I am Alfred, Miss, I wanted to warn you that dinner is ready. The count is waiting for you in the dining room."

The door did not open.

Alfred had already politely withdrawn. "When you don't come down, they are bound to come and see."

"Yes, I imagine so. Maybe you're wrong, they'll call the police..."

"Yes, of course, to give them slices of your meat to boil in the pot."

"I can't believe it, it's abominable..."

"You left your childhood garden recently, evidently. You didn't realize that everyone was leading you to him... you thought it was fate, I guess. Instead, it is the whole town that is complicit in a macabre but effective project because it creates food, jobs, income. Have you seen poor people? Homeless? Beggars? On the contrary, clean, silent townspeople, they are all extremely constructive and industrious, because they eat protein every day, they have fun and make love, they satisfy primal needs every day, they enjoy themselves, and seeing brutality so close, among themselves, in their chosen circle, they are extremely considerate. They have accepted that they are cannibals and have organized themselves. One has to think..."

Ursula covered her pale face with her hands.

"I don't want to be naked like you, I wish to die civilly and be clothed. May I dress?"

Anna shrugged her shoulders.

"If you can...I like myself naked."

She tried to grab a towel placed neatly on the washbasin. Her hand went through it.

"It's impossible, isn't it? I will stay as naked as I died, won't I?"

"Yes. But worse could happen to you, and you could be left without limbs."

"Should we wait?"

"Yes."

"Can we go through walls?"

"Yes."

"Come on! I'm bored seeing myself dead in the bathtub. Let me see this nefariousness..."

"No. You wouldn't believe it. See what happens to yourself first," Anna decided wickedly. He would have her consent; she was cruel, but he needed her as an ally. He wanted his hatred to point directly at them.