All I Can Stand

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The shadows fill the dark and cold cavern, where light only breaches the endless chasm through a hole broken into the jagged surface of a stone wall. Stuck behind a massive pile of boulders blocking the only entrance to the cave. Before long voices could be heard from outside, and in. "Hello" the voice of a child called from beyond my cold prison. I saw him peaking through the hole as he reached in through the opening. "My names Allen." The child spoke smiling, "What's your name?" He was childish. It could be easily seen he wasn't the brightest child alive. But I was so hungry, I decided to play to the child's wishes. "My name? It's been so long I've nearly forgotten it." I looked at the child, "Why don't you give me a name?" He flashed me a large grin and said, "Pirate." I, of course, laughed at the chosen name. It was ridiculous, but it couldn't be helped. The child was so innocent. "Do you want to play tag?" Allen asked with an enthusiastic tone in his voice. "I can't get out of this cave, or I would." I replied to the boy, he frowned a bit and started trying to make his way through the opening. I sighed "It's too small Allen. I've tried getting out that way already." The boy didn't listen, as expected and kept trying to force his way through the opening. Finally he fell into the cave. But instead of feeling excitement to have company, my body started to shrivel from hunger. This child, he started looking more like a meal by the second. Before long an urge rushed over me as he stood up and smiled at me "So can we play now?" He asked, "Yes" I replied picking up a stone, as I walked closer toward the boy. He looked confused. That was the last look he had as I smashed the rock over his head. The first time only hurting him as he yelled out, crying from me hitting him. I smashed the rock against his head a second time, hearing the crack of his skull. Then a third time just to be sure, smashing the stone through his skull as blood flowed out. I started removing his flesh and eating pieces of it. Blood coating the floor and my fingers.

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