OVERPOPULAS

Chapter 27

Oh shit!

The alarm bells in my head started ringing and I knew exactly what he meant by that. I'm their dinner.

"Hey everyone." The dad stood up from the chair and turned around to face the camera. "Today, you'll be witnessing history!" He grabbed a kitchen knife from the table and held it up to the lens. "Guess who we got here today?" He turned back to face me and pointed the knife. "Lee Pulpis!" He was announcing it like he was on one of those old tv game show hosts that my mom would use to put it on. Back when we used to have a tv before we got robbed. "And we, the Kulkin family will be the ones to kill 'em!" He looked devilishly at me. "Not only that, we'll go one step beyond. We're gonna eat him raw."

"Hurry up, I'm hungry!" The wife nagged at him.

"Betsy you gotta wait, I need to make sure the shot is right. Nobody will believe us if we don't have the proof."

"Can I at least get a little scab?" She egged him on.

"Fine, only a sliver. No more than that." He was adjusting the camera.

She got up from her chair and walked over to me, looking at me with vicious murderous intent. Like a predator stalking its prey. I started wiggling in my chair, hoping to get the knots loosened, but they were on tight.

Sam grabbed my neck and pulled up on it to get me to stop. I didn't want to, but the chokehold he got me in was too strong, my body was basically shutting down as my nerves deactivated. I tried verbally protesting but it was null as she took her knife and grazed my skin on my right arm. Like gently caressing it as you would do to a baby.

"Don't worry hun." She said, "It'll only hurt for a bit."

She didn't hold back as she sliced deep under my skin, giving me this huge shock of needle like pain that spiked through my body and forcibly jerked me up to stop it. Slowly trimming a long strip of my skin that ran to my wrist nearly all the way to my shoulder. All throughout I was screaming my lungs out in pain as it kept getting worse and worse, getting unbearable.

She then forcibly tugged the long strip off like a hangnail and that was the most painful wound that she inflicted on me. I watched horrified as she slowly dropped the flake of skin in her mouth and started chewing. The blood squirting out with each bite and the sound made me wanna gag and throw up. Gushing noises and the huge gulps she took to stomach down the piece of human flesh she digested.

Blood profusely leaked out from my arm and dribbled down, leaving small little dots of crimson on the tile floor. I was letting out deep breaths to cope with the stinging pain like a hundred bees, but it was pretty hard to keep a level head.

"That was so fucking tasty I want more." She said as she rubbed her stomach.

"At least leave some for the rest of us." The father stood there looking proud.

The mother still had blood in her mouth and decided to kiss her husband deeply, a very passionate one. The father licked all of the blood off her teeth and lips. French kissing and moist slapping of their tongues rubbing up next to each other made me want to vomit more.

"Tastes delicious honey." He said as he broke the kiss up, licking the last bits of it off his lips. "Now, that was only an appetizer." He started making his way towards me, lifting the knife up. He grabbed me directly on the gash in my arm, which burned like a fucking bitch.

Holding on to it tightly he slammed it into the table and held down my wrist. "Since this was already cut into, how about we just keep going." He held the knife so that the tip was right on the base of my wrist.

"No!" I shouted out. "Don't you fucking dare!" I tried pulling my arm back but they all held me down. There was nothing I could do as he lunged the knife into the air and prepared to strike it down.