A rocketship to insanity

Chapter 3: The end of another, great Harvest

Warning: This is once again another filler with some, only some flash backs to events that took place before the killing spree (Do keep in mind that I wouldn't add them unless it was needed, or relevant to the story) This will be along chapter, encase you haven't noticed, I don't write short stories.

A heads up, there will be quite a few of these, but I would still read them.

This chapter will talk about cannibalism, as she does sell them to people. Sorry for the long warnings, but heads up, again, this is a very dark book, and yes it does have crude humor. I will warn you when though.

So (when).

This chapter will have mentions of dark-not so much humour, but just in general. But maybe in chapter Four or five, it will get very gruesome, so again head's up.

Sorry for the long wait (if you read this) here it is.

(When)

Sighing in delight the Baker smiled at her work of art, the master piece of her recent creation, the latest batch to be turned into the delicious goods that will be sold to everyone in town. The Baker laughed at the sick crude thought that popped through her now twisted and shattered mind. Her laugh bounced off the now deserted castle, void of all souls except for the remains of hers.

"I've always wondered what people would think-or even do once they realize what they have been eating this whole time?" She asked what remained of the corpse in front of her.

(When)

What was left of what was once a normal, happy teen girl, was now limp skin bone that sat on the table like a pincushion... A pincushion. The word got the Baker thinking, I could use one of those. She turned and looked over at the door that contained her sewing supplies, sighing sadly and longingly, she remembered all of the pincushions her mother had brought her to contain her sewing pins. Colourful donuts, a wrist one, a unicorn, a cat shaped one. All of them board her, except her doll. But she used it far too much, as she had scrapped the other one for cloths or sold them at school to other rare kids that liked stupide looking nick-knacks. And what was left of the doll was useless to what she wanted, as the cloth would keep ripping whenever she placed in a new pin. She looked back to the corpse and smiled widely.

"I might just use you" She said partly day dreaming about how she was going to do it, as well as how it would look.

So far the Baker had removed all the girls organs from her body and had placed them into two separate buckets, one for the edible organs that can be straight up pulverized and another for the organs that needed cleaning out first. That mainly contained the bladder, stomach, testiness and liver as well as her kidney. This made the harvest a whole lot quicker, as she could get the cleaner organs cooking while she cleaned out the other half.

(When)

As she was eager to start selling them to people, see their faces as they enjoy their delicious delights, unknowingly digest human remains of tortured (am I getting the right word?) victims. The thought made the Baker laugh. Loudly and menacingly, not just at how dump people are, but of how easily it is to fool people.

Then she stopped. A thought that had been terrorizing her mind had come back, haunting her fun again. On the news police were getting 'close' to cracking the case of one of but few of the people that had been kidnapped. Some of them hadnt even been mentioned. Meaning they were starting to realize that the kidnappings were linked. They were close, but it still be a while until they would actually find her. Still, she had to start being careful, extended the radius of her kidnappings, move more out of town, and limit the kidnappings. She could start holding them longer.