Meat

Chapter 17

TW: Child Pornography/pedophilia/rape mention

Today is the day! I have it all set up. Mr. Alberto has an interview today at 3, meaning he'll be gone from his house for at least three hours. He has a spare key in a fake rock under a tree. I went to Wal-Mart last night with only $30 and bought a fuck ton of saran wrap and rubber gloves. I'm going to have to skip school, which won't be hard. It's currently 4 am and I'm anxious. I can't wait. It'll take me an hour to walk to his house. It might look suspicious with my duffel bag, but I'm not too worried. I wish I had a car. I go down to the kitchen and make a smelly, thick, concoction in a water bottle. I wait until my mom wakes up at 5:30; just on time. I run into the bathroom with the water bottle and make choking and sobbing sounds. I pour the water bottle full of gross shit in the toilet and continue to choke and sob. My mom runs into the bathroom, looks at me on the floor and looks at the gross "vomit" in the toilet.

"Oh god! You're staying home today. Sissy will take Quinn to school. Get in bed as soon as possible. I'll make you some soup for lunch."

Bingo. I sniff and walk back to my room, holding my stomach. Perfect. Now all I had to do was wait for everyone to leave.

I lay in my bed and fall asleep, setting an alarm for 5 hours later. I text Anastasia, telling her I won't be there because I'm sick. She sends back a ':(' and I smile, and drift asleep until 10:30 comes around.

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Two hours had passed since I woke up and I was ready to get going. I had a duffel bag full of saran wrap, tape, rope,  gloves, knives, small saws, a hair net, a mask, and an apron. I get on a black hoodie and some black sweatpants and I leave the house and start my treck.

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I finally get there, he's still there, and he's not going to leave for a while. It's almost 2, and his interview isn't until 3. I see him in his bedroom window, putting on a suit and checking what little hair he has left. His lanky arms comb hair over his bald spot, and his eyes gaze over his outfit in wander. He goes into his bathroom and closes the door.

After about ten minutes of him being in the bathroom, he comes out, gets his bag, walks out the door, locks it, and gets in his little car.

I get my gloves on and my hairnet and mask and go over to the tree in his front yard and check the rocks. Finding the obviously fake one, I get the key and go to the front door. I slowly unlock and open it, looking into the little house. He doesn't have much furniture, a couch, a small TV, a fire place, a dining room table, and a tiny kitchen. It was a one bedroom one bathroom house, but they were practically connected by a hallway. It was kind of a cute house, really. I decide the bathroom is the best place to do it. It's small, has one tiny frosted window, and a lockable door. I get out my saran wrap, and put it everywhere. I decide I'll cut him up in the tub, and then just kind of keep all his parts wrapped in saran wrap. I decide I'll just attack him and tie him up and just kind of..stab him to death. I don't have much else to work with besides what's in my duffel bag.

After everything is set up and I'm waiting for my prey, I sit on my phone in the living room and help myself to a nice plastic cup of raspberry lemonade. I'll throw it at home.

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Soon, I hear a car pull up, and I set my cup down, put my mask and apron back on, grab my rope and go into the bedroom, waiting for him to walk in.

The door unlocks and I hear him shuffle in. He goes into the living room, shuffles some more, than walks into the room. I wait for him to be in front of me and then I loop the rope around his neck and pull it hard. He slams into me, and his arms struggle to grasp at the rope. His eyes water and bulge in fear as he looks into my eyes through the mask. He chokes out sounds of protest but none of the sounds make any sense. He eventually falls limp and I drop him to the floor.

I drag his unconcious body to the saran wrapped bathroom and place him in the center. I get out my knives and saws and set my duffel bag outside in the small corridor and close the bathroom door. I tie him up with some rope, tape and saran wrap. I make sure he can't move too much if he wakes up. I then step out of the bathroom and make sure the doors are locked and his phone is off.

As I sit on his bed to turn off his phone, his computer screen turns on as a white message appears on the screen.  It's a big old monster of a thing, white and has a haze over the top of the screen. The message is just talking about an update. I decide to leave it alone when I see what he has open behind the message. It looks like a porn website, but the category is "children".

This sick mother fucker.

My rage that I already felt for this bastard just got stronger. Not only was he trying to rape high school kids, but he enjoyed watching kids getting raped online. Most likely, the dark web.

I walk into the bathroom and shut the door, ready to do the world a favor. Take one more sicko off the face of the earth for good. I was ready.

More than ready.