The Neighbor

The meal.

It's been a week since she has been in this hell. They haven't fed her, she has been living off that little puddle of water on the floor and cockroaches. Surprisingly, cock roaches aren't so bad. They taste like chicken. As she looks over there is a tray being slid through a slot in the door with a note on it. The note reads, "Bon apetite." What's on the tray looks like meat, rough torn up meat. There are a couple of blonde hairs on it and it's sill not all the way cooked so it's a little raw and bloody, but she doesn't care. She immediately eats the torn up meat. It's good, really good. She has to eat like a dog, her arms still bonded by the ropes.

Once she finishes, a beep comes over a what seems to be an intercom. The deep voice is so low and scratchy it hurts her ears. It says, " How what's the meal, Rose?" All there is, is silence. The voice comes over the intercom again. "Are you there? Any who, that was a one of a kind meat that can only be found in one certain region. Your home town. In your home." Rose thinks to her self for a minute. When it clicks, her stomach drops. She didn't just do what she thinks she did. The look of horror in her eyes was priceless to the intercom. The meniacal laughter over the intercom only brought her anger.

As she is sitting alone, she tries to throw up. She doesn't want this "one of a kind meat" anymore.

Her mother, now being digested. How could she not notice the blonde hair? But the real

question is why are they doing this to her?