Cannibalistic Cannibals

629 Days Before

629 Days Before

Today is the day I die. I never thought I would leave this world when I was a mear seventeen years old. I know I have gotten more years that others have, but still. Why couldn't I have at least one day where everything was normal. Where there are no cannibals anywhere near me and my brother. But that's never going to happen. At least that's why Logan keeps saying. Since I never ate the flesh of my brothers, he is going to kill my brother first. Then I'm next on the death list. He never said how I would die, but my guess is that they are going to slit my throat or something like that. They wouldn't poison me because they want to eat my flesh.

They might even tear the skin off my bones while I'm still alive so I can feel the pain of being close to death yet so far. My leg that wasn't looked at turned into a nasty purple bump. They wouldn't eat that though. The stupid cannibals will probably get sick and die cause this knife wound is more than likely infected with blood poisoning.

Charles was also taken from me so I have no idea if he is still alive. For all I know, my brother could be dead.

These thoughts are making me shake with fear. When Logan or anyone else is in this room, I try to act like I'm fearless. Like I am a cold blooded person who cared deeply for my brother. I do care deeply about my brother. Don't get me wrong. My brother is my light in the dark. He is the air that I need to breathe. I know that sounds crazy, but I would rather me die, knowing that he was safe, where he was far away from these monsters, than let him die when I could have done something to save him.

The cell was kept in darkness so their captives wouldn't be able to see anything long enough for them to come up with a plan to escape. When people do come in the room, the light is only bright enough to see their faces. However, they don't know that even with there being no light, I could find my way around if I wasn't locked up in these stupid chains.

With the brief light that Stevenson brought when he opened the door, I was able to see that the walls are dark gray with patches of mold and moss covering the gray that wasn't visible. There were hooks in the wall connected to long abandoned chains. Other than that, there was nothing. Not a single thing on the ground, on the walls, or dangling from the ceiling.

The dark, for others, can make them go mad. I don't know the specifics, but the dark makes them hallucinate things that aren't there. It makes them hear things that aren't there. For others like me, I hope that a shred of light can make it through the door if only for a second. I could spend forever in the dark as long as every so often, some light made its way to me. It doesn't even need to be sun light. I'm also talking about something that can give you hope, something that can light up your life without creating literal light.

So here I sat, alone in the dark waiting for someone to open the door, for a shred of light to appear, for my brother to come see me one last time, for anyone to come see me one more time.

I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I know, I'm waking up as the door opens. Light shined through long enough for Logan to step into the room before it closed, leaving me longing for the light once more.

I couldn't see him now so I had to rely on my hearing to determine where he was. Like a master, he managed to walk around me without hitting thee walls or tripping over the chains. If only I could see, I would trip him before he even has time to prepare himself.

"Lizzie, my love. This is your last chance. Eat the flesh of your brothers and you and Charles will be safe for the rest of your lives." I could picture the begging look in his eyes as I heard him kneel on the ground in front of me, pleading with me to save my life. "Please Lizzie. You don't understand what they will do to you and your brother if you don't eat the flesh. I don't want to see you become like that, my love. I can try to save you, but there is nothing they will let me do to save you and Charles. If you at least let him eat a little, then he will be safe and I could as you. Please me love, will you do this for me?"

Feeling the fake confidence mask the fear, I hissed, "I would rather we both die than eat another human being." A part of me was ready to eat the human flesh, if I could save my brother, then why do I keep turning the on thing that I need to eat to stay alive. They never said that after I eat it that one time, I will have to eat it ever again.

In horror movies, the victim would eat the flesh to keep themselves alive. Then after they do, they either get addicted to the taste, practically zombies, or will be forced to eat it again if they want to live. Yeah, not gonna happen.

"Please, my love. I love you too much for you to be taken away from me. I've given you as much time that Markus will let me give. He says today's your last, along with your brothers if you don't eat it. All it takes is one bite, and you will be safe for the rest of your life." He was so convincing. I wanted to say yes, but somewhere in the back of my mind was screaming at me to stop these thoughts before I did something that I would regret. However, what was one bite if it I could save my brothers life?

"Please. Pretty please with sugar on top, my love."

All it took was one look in my eyes and he knew the answer. A relieved look came on his face.

"Thank you. I will be right back." He quickly stood up and ran out the door before I changed my mind. No light was visible when he left. It was like the sun had been turned off like a light switch.

Why am I even thinking of eating humans? How could this possibly be something that I would be considering doing? Shouldn't I chose death over eating another human? I didn't have any answers to any ofhese questions. All I know is that I have to protect my brother. Even to the point of eating people, killing them if I have to.

Logan stepped into the room, cutting my thoughts in two. In one hand was a plate of steaming meat that smelled terrible, but I knew that I was going to have to do this.

"Here you go. One bite and you will be saved." Without hesitating, he unchained one of my hands and all but forced the fork with already a piece flesh into it.

He must have been the hesitation on my face, as I tried to procrastinate.

"Please, baby. I don't want to see you being tossed into a room with the uncontrollables. They will tear you apart, but make sure that you will stay alive long enough for them to get another meal before they make clothes with your bones. Please. Its just one bite."

I raised the fork to my face, noticing that it wasn't a big bite, but the meat wasn't cooked. It was just heated up enough so that steam was drifting off. Blood was traveling down the handle onto my fingers. I probably would have throw up if I had anything in my stomach.

Before, I could physc myself out, I opened my mouth, and put the flesh of someone into my mouth.

The taste was aweful, but I couldn't stop here. The taste made me gag as I tried yo chew the meat up enough to swallow it. It was chewy however and took longer.

Right as I was about to swallow, the door opened, light covering ever inch of my cell.

"Wait!"