The silhouette of The Collector stood still in the doorway.
He does not know of a name. The amnesia from falling on his head as a kid did not help.
"I suppose it's about time I had some work." He uttered with a deep voice, a hushed whisper almost nearing a snarl and almost ending with a sigh.
It was a peaceful afternoon. The Collector strode over from the front yard with a little bit of a broken limp.
The bloodied shirt stood out awkwardly against the varnished oak of the porch. The gunny bag trailed along spreading a strange smelling liquid on the ground. Although not one for dramatic entrances, the Collector ran with an arm propped up right onto the door. The door was locked, windows closed, roof tiled and dry.
The hinges gave way with surprisingly little resistance. With the blinds all shut, the traces of glass and metal from daily life glimmered amongst the pitch black background. On better days this might have even been considered peaceful. But as the Collector's eyes adjusted to the dark, the house began to look a lot more sinister.
It's not every day you get to see a liver in your hall.
He approached the discoloured, slimy mass with seventy parts apprehension and thirty parts curiosity. "Mmmm, positively OOZING with bile! Just the way I like it." Tender to the touch, the epithelium gave way to the Collector's rough, gloved hands. The meat squelched like wet mud but had a muffled quality to the sound.
It tasted a little sour for a fresh organ. As the brownish mixture of blood, mucus and bile dribbled down his beard and chin. It had a peculiar texture to it, almost dusty and astringent at the bottom. The human part of the Collector gave way, and a putrid red vomit gushed out of his mouth. About 6 pints of blood, a gnashed kidney (complete with the stone) and a half-chewed testicle spewed out.
As the mess spread out under the man's feet, he tossed what was left of the liver into the gunny back. A little bit of the vomit was scooped up into the sack as well. That would be Friday's dinner.
As he walked to a column of light emanating from one of the rooms, he was greeted with a dazzling white light and a petite woman crumpled on the floor. A little behind her stood a well-dressed man -20, maybe 25 years old.
"So, which one of us gets to pay rent this month?"
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A/N: writing is fun. I just really wanted to write about cannibalism. I can't write horror and use too many commas but I'm sure some dumb kid will enjoy this. Cheers!
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The Feast
HumorAn eccentric bachelor finds a medical student to attempt satisfying his pleasures. The Collector is a man with impeccable tastes. And a craving for mucus and bile. Unimportant detail, I know.