WARNING: TORTURE, GORE, HUMAN FLUID, AND FORCED CANNIBALISM. IF THIS IS SOMETHING YOU DON'T LIKE THEN DO NOT READ THIS CHAPTER
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I walk over to Lydia's backpack, and dump the contents on the bed. I see some duck tape and sigh in happiness. I walk over to the knocked out man, not before sliding my shirt back on.
I wrap the tape around his wrists and ankles, once he is secure on the floor, I go back to the bed. I study my materials, a very sharp knife, a toothbrush, a saw, pilers, and rope.
"I'm giving you one last chance, let me go and we will just forget about this." Lydia warns but I chuckle.
"You talk to fucking much. Keep that mouth shut before I pull your teeth out." I threaten her. I grab the knife from the stash and grab a fistful of her hair. I cut it off swiftly, the blade could slice through iron like butter.
I let her blonde locks fall to the floor in front of her. I don't feel any satisfaction.
It's been so long since I've murdered anyone, I couldn't help the excitement that bubbled within me. I should drive right over to Mole's house and kill her and her parents after this.
I grab her chin and force her mouth open. I shove my fingers down her throat and she gags. She tries to bite my fingers but I ignore it. Soon she gags for the final time, a puddle of vomit follows. I see chucks of chewed of fries and burgers.
Perfect.
"Eat." I demand pointing to the puddle. She looks at me as if I'm crazy, and shakes her head.
"You're out of your damn mind." Lydia disagrees. I almost stab her big blue eyes but a groan in the background gives me a bright idea. I ignore my bloody fingers, Lydia will pay for that later.
I walk over to the man, he seems to be wide awake. I drag him over to the puddle of vomit, I grab the toothbrush from the stash and shove it down his throat.
He tries to scream but this sends a spray of vomit into the pile. I notice bigger chucks from him, even part of what I think is meat.
"Let's play a game." I announce with an evil smirk plastered on my face.
Usually I wouldn't really play around with things like vomit, the smell is making me sick but the look of disgust on Lydia's face makes it worth it.
The man is too afraid to speak, only looking at the vomit in fear. "Each of you will consume a chunk. If you refuse, you lose a finger."
"Please...let me go. I won't tell anyone just-" Brendon, as he introduced earlier, tries to beg but I grab a fistful of his hair.
"Why don't you go first, big mouth?" I suggest but I see a tear slip from his eyes. I feel nothing, it's like I'm waiting for my favorite show to start.
"No..." He says in sobs. I roll my eyes and grab his pinky finger. He tries moving it away but I grab it firmly and quickly chop it off. He screams and cries however his pleads mean nothing to me.
"I have a wife at home, she's pregnant." He pauses to sob. "S-She must be worrying so much. Please let me see her one more time." Brendon begs me as if I would feel bad for him. I only let his finger fall to the floor, it's unrecognizable, it looks like a bloody chunk of meat, he stares at it with silent tears.
"Your turn dear." I say to Lydia. I don't let her bend over to it, I grab her head and press her face into the puddle. She gasps but this causes a chunk to enter her mouth. She tries spitting it out but I grab the toothbrush and force it down. Once I see her swallow, I let her go. She coughs wildly, I ignore her and turn to Brendon with a wide smile.
