Chapter 18

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He jolts awake as I sharpen my meat cleaver. He tries to scream and he squirms with all his might but he couldn't get out. After I found what he was doing on his computer, I wrapped him up more, tighter. And then I waited.

My original plan was to kill him while he was unconscious, but something..snapped in me. I want him to be conscious. I want him to be tortured...almost... I want him to suffer for what he is, what he tried to do, and what he possibly already did.

He screams at me and stares at my masked face, my dark blue apron over my black clothes. My exposed forearms leading to wrists and hands covered in latex gloves, holding my sharpener and my cleaver. He squirmed and wiggled, anything he could to even possibly loosen the restraints.

"Stop. Just stop."

He stops screaming and looks at me as if my voice is familiar to him.

"Do you know why you're here?" I ask as I continue to sharpen my knife.

He slightly shakes his head, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead as he frantically looks around the room.

He knows.

"You're here because I know what kind of monster you are. I think the world could do without you."

He tries to say something, but of course, it just comes out as muffles.

"I'm going to enjoy this," I say as I put the sharpener down and walk toward him.

He starts screaming again, but I'm too quick to silence him as I slit his throat with a small paring knife. Blood gushes from his throat, making the saran wrapped floor a deep red. He starts to choke on the blood, and slowly his eyes roll back and he falls limp. I get up and start chopping at the smaller limbs-the fingers and toes and wrists. Then I get my small electric saw and saw at the arms, the knees, legs, and neck. I dump all his body parts in the tub and start a cold shower, making sure all the blood that trickles out of the corpse goes down the drain.

I take off my gloves and put on a new pair to clean up. Once all the saran wrap is wrapped up and put away in a bag,  I take off those gloves, then put another pair on- just to be safe. I go into his room and pack a bag full of random clothes, his phone, his charger, etc. I put the bag by the front door and grab his keys.

I then go and wrap him in saran wrap, and I stuff him back into my duffel bag. It's a bit of a squeeze, but he won't be in there for long. I take his duffel bag and mine, unlock his car, and put them in the back seat. I check the house, grabbing my cup of juice, inspect the bathroom, making sure there's absolutely no trace of blood anywhere, check the rest of the house, so there is no sign that I was there. I scrub the fuck out of the bathtub before I leave. I then get in his car, all my gear still on, and drive to my house. I see Sissi's pink corvette in the driveway, so I know Sissi and Quinn are there. I park near the back gate, getting the key I keep on a necklace, open the ice chest and empty Mr. Alberto into it. I stuff the empty bag along with my bloody apron under the ice chest.

I get back in the little Ford Taurus and drive to a lake. I get out his phone from my pocket and put it in the duffel bag. I then throw the duffel bag into the lake. I walk away. I still have all my gear on, except for my apron. As I walk home, I take off my hair net and gloves. That way, when I get there, I won't be suspicious.

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About an hour passes and I'm finally home. So is my mom and Jim. I sneak in through the back and sneak up to my room. Mom and Jim were drinking wine in the dining room.

I go into my room and lay down on my bed. I'll have to fake being sick tomorrow so I can cook my beloved history teacher.

I hope this doesn't come back to bite me in the ass.

I lay down on my bed, coughing when I hear my mom pass my room. she stops and knocks on the door. 

"Come in.," I say in a husky voice. She walks in, sitting on the edge of my bed next to me. 

"how are you feeling, honey?" 

I look at her, holding my breath so I look pale. "I feel.." I cough loud and hard before finishing my statement. "horrible.." I sit up and start coughing more, doing everything in my power to make it seem as painful as possible. 

"Oh, sweetheart," she said, "I'll go make you some chamomile tea, okay?"

I smile as she turns and leaves. I turn on my side and get on my phone. about 10 minutes pass and my mom is back in my room with a cup of tea. 

"Oh, by the way, someone is here to see you, are you up for guests?"

"uh.," I say. "Who?"

"your friend from school, Anastasia?" 

"Oh, uh, yes! o-of course!" I say, blushing a bit. "let her in!"

She looks at me with a suspicious look. "This isn't another one of those girlfriends is it?"

I blush even more. "N-no! just a friend! I've helped her in math, uh, once.." I say, as my face reddens with every second.

"Good," she says sternly, standing up. "I hope you don't go back to that gay phase you had last year, with that stupid little girl you were hanging out with."

"Whatever mom, just let Anastasia up here." 

She leaves the room and I hear her whisper to come in. There she was, the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. 

"Hey," she said, smiling. "how are you feeling?" 

I smile back as she sits on my bed. "Better now that you're here." She blushes and smiles, letting out a little chuckle. she's so adorable.

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We sit and talk for about another hour before she has to go. it still seemed to be too soon. Talking to her made me want to go to school tomorrow, just so I can talk to her again. But I can't, I need to get the body cooked. 

I roll over and put some headphones in and start to drift to sleep. Thoughts of the meat fill my mind and my stomach starts to growl. I clench my stomach and my eyes shoot open. Damnit! I was so close to falling asleep! I try to think of something else, anything else at all.

Labrador puppies.. no.  Kittens.. no. Roses? Nah. Anastasia.. yes. Her chocolate brown eyes, her wavy, soft hair. I couldn't get her off my mind. it seems like she's the only thing that keeps cannibalism off my mind. I hate thinking about it that way, but it's true. I'm a cannibal. thoughts of Anastasia's velvet voice and shining smile flash through my mind as I drift off once again.

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