The pots of water sat on the table, and erupted a string of steam from the center. Miroe's jaw, twitched into a smile and he arched forward to observe the water. It looked more than hot enough, so Miroe waved his hand for Theo to approach the table from his resting position at his chair.
"If you wouldn't mind picking two of my guest off the floor and setting them up in a chair, side by side. The remaining two on the floor, I shall handle my self. We will place all four in a row on one side of the table, then those that were affected by the poison I will wake up, and they will be on the other side of the table." Miroe said, instructively.
Theo nodded and began to do so, along with Miroe. Before long everything was exactly how Miroe requested it. He reached into his case and brought out another syringe that had a warmish, clear color to it.
"This will wake them up from the slight coma they are in from you're poison, but keep them paralyzed. Therefore they will have a complete view as to those across from them." Miroe said, quickly as he injected the serum into every person.
"You still haven't told me what you plan on doing." Theo said, as he began to light the cigarette he had placed behind his ear earlier.
"You will see. No smoking" Miroe responded with.
"Damn, it's already lit. Man, I don't want to waste it. What the fuck do I do with it? You got an ash tray or something?" By this time Miroe had awakened every one of the four that were strapped to the chairs. Even though they couldn't move, their eyes shot fearful glances at those across from them.
Jacobsen looked up at Miroe, and tired to show he had no fear, by throwing him death stares. But, as Miroe moved over to the center of the table and retrieved a pot of water by the handle, his eyes widened.
"It's very hot.. you see." Miroe said to Jacobsen. He moved to the other side of the table and slapped their mother awake. She was swim mish and yelling. There were no more words of question, or love, in her voice just hate and disgust.
"Miroe your a dam bloody animal!! Help!! Help! Fuck you, who does this to their family!" She roared.
"Oh, mother what happened to those words of love and care?"
In response she spat in his face. Miroe's whole aura changed immediately. He moved away from her and rushed to the kitchen, where he scrubbed his face over, and over. Then scrubbed his hands, replacing his gloves right afterwards.
"You filthy bitch!!!" He barked as he re-entered the kitchen. Miroe's hands moved fast, as he grabbed the pot and held it inches from her face. Her fear was plastered all over her face, and Miroe feed on this.
He looked up to his brother across from her and said,
"This is a taste of what is to come." He then turned to his mother and spoke softly:
"Mother you are so very disgusting... vile.. and putrid. Let me help clean you. You're mouth... is ohhh... so dirty. It will be painful but, you must work to obtain perfection...something you taught me no?"
Her eyes leaked tears, and Miroe wiped them away. Quieting her cry's.
Then in one quick motion, yanked her mouth open and poured the entire pot of water inside. As she began to gag on it, he laughed and poured the water under a slower pace.
Before long the pot was empty, and she began whelping in pain. Miroe looked her in the eye and said,
"Does it taste well?" He grabbed her face lightly and examined her mouth. " I did a fair job. You are very clean now. You know what mother? I'm a bit hungry aren't you? But it doesn't look like you will be able to eat anytime soon. How about I prepare that meal I told you about earlier, only thing is, it requires... a special type of meat. Congrats!! You fit the part just right! Be happy I'm sure you will taste very well."
Miroe pressed his lips to her's, "A kiss farewell! Ha!" He exclaimed. He then moved over to his bag again, and ejected a long crocodile knife. Moving behind her fast he spoke in her ear, "I am your son, and you must love me. Can't you see how much I love you?" The knife flew across her neck and blood oozed from her skin.
"How fun!! How fun!!!!!! One down seven to go!" Miroe yelled. He looked over at his brother and gasped.
A white tear traveled down his cheek. Miroe moved till he was inches from his brother's face.
"Miroe, as fucked up as that was, I've seen it all so it's not surprising. But are you really goanna eat your own damn mother?" Theo said. "And I need a ash tray."
Miroe looked up to him and spoke timidly, "We have all these people we need to feed!!!!! Of course of course!!! Give me you're damn cigarette.
Theo placed the cigarette between two fingers on miroe's hand. He then turned to his brother and said, "Tears they show you are weak." And pressed the cigarette to Jacobsen's cheek and watched it burn.
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