Cannibalistic Cannibals

665 Days Before

665 Days Before

A rough hand caressed my face, sending shivers down my spine. I tried moving away from the unwanted hand only to wince at the pain that sparked as the chain was pulled forward. Already, my wrists and ankles were bleeding little rivers.

"There, there, Princess. I'm not going to hurt you." Once again, he stroked my face, hand trailing down my neck before going back up once again. A gag blocked response as I struggled against the pervert who had caught me. He hadn't said anything else about my little Charles, but I knew that he had to be here somewhere. With my luck, he was probably right next to me, but unable to do anything or see anything like me. Except it would be worse for him. He wouldn't have two of his senses. Charles was terrified of not being able to see. He was probably freaking out this very moment.

Another hand joined the hand stroking my face. Only this time, the hand traveled up my waist to just under my breast. It wasn't the same person who was touching my face. The hand was much softer and not callused. It was obvious that one of them was the hard worker while the other probably had people working for him.

"Have you got anything out of this beautiful piece of meat yet? You promised that you would share once you were done with her." The mans voice was deep and sent shivers down my spine. If only I could see right now. I bet that this man is an image of perfection. Too bad he was more than likely a perverted rapist looking for little girls.

"Not yet. But she'll crack soon enough. Her brother's about to be brought in here to take part in our little game. Isn't that right, princess?" I felt the man's breath on my neck as he whispered in my ear. Turning my head to face him, and I spit in his face. Not even a moment later, pain exploded from my face as I was backhanded.

"You little bitch." He hissed, probably wiping the spit off.

"Awe," I said sarcastically. "What happened to princess? I was starting to like that name." A smirk grew across my face as I imagined the anger appearing on thee faces. When were they going to take this blasted blindfold off.

"Just you wait 'till your brother gets here. You won't be acting as tough then." A part of me didn't even notice he was talking about my brother. The other was screaming at me to protect him at all costs. Even if it means I die for him to live another day.

"You touch him and I will rip you apart with my teeth," I hissed, snapping my teeth at them so they knew I wasn't kidding around. Once again, I was smacked right across the face, this one harder than the last few I had gotten. I knew that it was going to start bruising in a few minutes.

"Pathetic," one spat at me, before kicking me in the ribs before he left. Or at least, I hope he left. I don't like this new guy. Were was the one who calls me princess? He couldn't have left the room, right?

"Princess! Why do you have to be so difficult? I can't keep you safe from Jorge if you keep being like that. Spitting him in the face was very disrespectful."

Damn, so it wasn't Mr. Perv that I spat at. That sucks.

"Why don't you tell him to keep his grubby hands off of me? Why don't you follow that advice as well." I smirked once again, knowing that I had made him angry. "Besides, of ain't like he can do anything to hurt me."

"I'm not so sure about that. He was serious about using your brother to get you to talk. He's having my men bring him now." Well fuck me in the ass with no lube. They wouldn't do anything to a deaf little boy. They couldn't. He did nothing to them.

Then I remembered that these people were monsters and monsters don't have mercy on anyone. They are parasites, clinging to everything that would help them survive before killing it while its back was turned. Or would I be the one considered the parasite. The monsters are the only way I might live right now, so it would only make sense to go along with what they are saying on a desperate attempt to survive. I would do anything to keep my brother safe, even if it mans killing these men before they could so much as lay a finger on him.

If you can't tell, I'm in a bad ass mood right now. Basically, I think I'm bad ass until I do something stupid and make myself turn back into the regular old Lizzie. this happens a few times. I wouldn't say a lot because that would be lying and I am not and will never be a liar when I don't need it to survive. Which right now would be a time that I would lie.

"So, Charles, would you like to go see your sister? She has been dying to see you." A voice echoed down the hallway. It was the man from before who was not afraid to hit me in the face. He must be fucking with me. He can't have my brother. I left him miles away from here.

"Yregdi," said a hoarse voice that I knew too well.

"I'll take that as a yes." An evil laugh followed right after. I closed my eyes even though a blindfold was still in place. I told my brother to run as soon as it was dark if I wasn't back by daybreak. Obviously, he didn't listen to a thing I said.

"Princess, we have a surprise for you. Your brother is so would that you left him behind like that. Why didn't you tell is that the little shit was mute for the most part. He sounds like a dying cat."

I almost threw up due to the man's sickly sweet voice. It was like eating a box of sugar cubes. It was too sweet. He has my brother too. This is not going to end well for every last one of these monsters. I don't know who they are but they sure as hell are responsible for the end of the fucking world.

The door opened to my left, not the same door that the men came on last time. "Princess, I'm disappointed in you. I thought you would have taken the blindfold off by now. Don't tell me that this is all you are able to accomplish in your life." A hand gently took the blindfold. In front of me was an average looking guy. He wasn't handsome, nor was he hideous. He was an African American with surprisingly short hair. He have deep mocha eyes like most Africans. Other than that, he was wearing an old white v neck and boot leg pants. I hate those kind of pants.

"There we go. I was starting to wonder what those beautiful eyes of your looked. Who knew that they were two different colors. One is blue while the other is a grey. Its unique." His hand once again stroked my face. Maybe this guy would be on my side. He could help me get out of here with my brother safely."We have to keep this one. I'll take charge of her and everything, but we need keep her. The brother is worthless so we don't really need him." The man shouted over his shoulder.

I take it back. This man is not trustworthy. If he kills my brother then he can be sure that he will be the next.

I looked at my brother to serif he was hurt in any way. He was wearing the same black shirt and black jeans that I had put him in before I left. His jacket was tied around h waist since it was too hot to wear it inside. His beaten up Nike's were starting to get massive holes in them.

Don't trust them Lizzie. They were cutting someone up when the weird man brought me here. I don't know what they were saying, but they were collecting the girls flesh and putting into the fridge. He signed at me rapidly so the man wouldn't notice.

Trust, I wouldn't trust them as far as I could throw them.