Pity Me

Chapter 8: First Victim

I'm pretty sure it was a Wednesday. It was a bright sunny day and the breeze was perfect. Until he brought her.

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It was about a week after he had told me about the meat. No I was not completely okay with it but I could deal with it. I loved him.

I heard someone knocking on the door, I went over to the door to see a very beautiful young lady out on the porch. She had creamy pale skin with freckles, long blonde hair, bright red lipstick, false lashes, and eyeliner.

I opened the door and smiles softly at her. She was dressed in black stilletos and a short tight black dress. "Can I help you?" I asked. Her eyes were panicked "please lady! You have to help me, there's a maniac on the loose, he's killed my friends like they were animals!! Just let me in and call the cops!"

It was Alexander I knew. I let her in and made her a hot cup of tea "my boyfriend will be home soon and he can help us okay?" Her hands were shaking so badly that the tea spilled over the rim of her cup, she noticed and put it down.

"I can't wait, he'll find me and I don't know what he'll do to my friends just call the cops please." "We don't have any phones. Please just calm down and wait for my boyfriend." She began to cry, but I was okay with that. She would be gone soon, maybe he would let her go if I asked.

Finally he came inside, she didn't notice because she was crying still. I looked at him and looked at her. He nodded, I walked over to her and straddled her quickly.

She was confused until she saw him that's when she started trying to hit me. "Stop it. Stop it now. You're too pretty to act like this." I looked at him "Alexander is there any way we could let her go? Make her promise not to tell?" She kept screaming at me "LET ME GO YOU BITCH YOU TRICKED ME LET ME GO I WANNA GO HOME!"

He leaned in until he was about 2 inches from her. He whispered but I could hear the anger in his voice "if you try to hit her or call her another name like that I will hurt you, you stupid cunt." She looked scared at first but then she spit in his face she looked as if she was going to say something, but he hit her hard and quick in the eye. She started crying and her eye began to bleed.

I wanted to yell at him, tell him to stop, she couldn't have been more than 16 years old and she was scared. But I knew I would be punished, so I just cryed silently for her.

He smiled at me "it's okay babygirl don't cry, I'm not going to hurt you. But she needed to learn a lesson. But, now she has to die." I knew my eyes must have widened because he pet my hair softly "it's okay, maybe you should do this so you won't be so scared." I shook my head no "please don't make me. I can cook them and eat them but I don't want to kill them!" Giving me a stern look, he pulled a screwdriver out of his back pocket.

I could feel her struggling beneath me. But she said nothing. I took it from him, tears streaming down my eyes. I leaned down and whispered in her ear "I'm so sorry..." she whispered back. "I hope you know what's happening is wrong..." I nodded and kissed her forehead "I'll try to make it as painless as possible" "wait!" "What?" "Just know tonight you'll be eating a girl named Jenny. That's me."

I Began to cry harder, she didn't mean it in a mean way, I think she was trying to make a joke. But it just hurt me.

I raised the screwdriver in my hands shakily, and brought it down fast into her skull, it didn't go far in so she was still alive, screaming with pain. It was just a big circular hole in between her eyes. I noticed her eyes were a dark green that would have been pretty, had I not been attempting to take her life. I did it a few more times before she finally stopped.

Alexander hugged me as he beamed. "I'm so proud of you sweetheart! You did very well." He took the weapon from my hand and left me with her.

I heard her screams for a long time after, and that night, I cooked and ate Jenny. Who was living only a few hours before.

Thats when I snapped out of it. I remembered Susan telling me to leave this horrid place. I had to try and pretend like I was okay.