Posted at 9:50 am on Nov 1, 2007 by:
Red Spyder (Dual Core Champion)
Cannibalistic Instincts
The woman was still unconscious from the strong sedative that Red had given to her several hours ago. He had completely shaven off all of her body hair and washed her with hot water and soap. She was currently naked and tied with rope to a large piece of metal grating by her arms and legs, which were spread out, that was situated over a pit containing various flammable materials, mostly pieces of wood and paper, sprayed with gasoline. He had no idea what the pit had been used for while the slaughterhouse was still open. He thought that he could keep the fire he would soon be starting under control in it, but just in case something went wrong, he had a fire extinguisher placed on the floor nearby. The pit was covered with white square tiles, like almost the rest of the room was, and had a drain at the bottom in the center.
Her vagina glistened with a slight wetness because he had been bored and tried fingering her about fifteen minutes ago. He hadn’t kept it up for long though. He had never really been into rape and bondage-type things, even something as seemingly little as fingering. Red was now twirling his Bowie knife around, wondering when she going to finally wake up and hoping that it would be very soon, when the woman began to stir. He stopped the knife in mid-twirl, putting it back into his trench coat, before standing up from the low wall he had been sitting upon and approached the pit. She opened her blue eyes and looked around with them for a moment before focusing on him, with some difficulty. She was still feeling some of the effects from the sedative. Even with all of her body hair gone, she still managed to maintain some of her attractiveness. She hadn’t noticed the missing hair yet. Her hair had been blonde, he was pretty sure natural, not dyed, and he thought that she was in her mid-twenties, but he didn’t know for sure.
“Who are you? What are you going to do to me?”, the woman asked hazily.
Red answered her simply with, “I am Red Spyder. First, I’m going to cook you and then, I’m going to eat you.”
She was shocked. Had she not heard him correctly or was this just some nightmare she would awaken from in a moment? He reached into his trench coat, not for his Bowie knife or any of the other weapons that he kept in there, but for a book of matches. Taking out one of the matches, he struck it against the coarse surface on the exterior of the book to light it. He held the lit match in front of him between his thumb and forefinger, making sure that she saw it, before dropping it into the pit through one of the many holes in the grating and putting the matchbook away. The gasoline coated objects almost instantly caught fire, flames shooting up high past where the grating was, nearly touching the ceiling. Red thought that it was a good thing the ceiling was made of concrete and not plaster or ceiling tiles. The woman screamed in agonizing pain as the blaze consumed her body, quickly burning and blackening the flesh all over her body, some of it bubbling up in places. The ropes holding her onto the grate were burned away, but by the time she was free of them, it was too late for her to escape.
Her screams soon went away. He didn’t know if that was because she was dead or if it was some other reason like her vocal cords were damaged or she had passed out from a combination of the heat and pain; if she wasn’t dead yet, she certainly would be soon. The room was beginning to fill up with smoke from the fire, but most of it was going out through an air vent at the top of the room. The fire was now cooking her muscles, internal organs, and other parts inside of her that he would soon be eating. Through the flames, which had died down some, he could see that her eyes had melted and her lips were burned away, revealing her teeth underneath. Her nose and ears were also gone. Once the flames were down a little more, Red got his machete and, crouching down next to the grate and the woman’s body, managed to cut off a piece of meat from her midsection. The slice was blackened on one side and pinkish on the other. He grabbed it off of the machete with his fingers. It was hot, but he didn’t care. He tossed it into his mouth and chewed on it, enjoying the taste. Juices sprayed out of the meat as his teeth tore into it. There was a faint taste of blood in it.
Swallowing the piece, Red began to use the machete to get more meat off the body, eating as he carved away at the woman. He continued with her midsection at first, cutting and peeling away strips of meat. The fire ended up burning him some, but they were only minor burns that would heal within minutes. As the flames got lower and lower, he found that it was easier to work. The deeper he got into the woman’s body, the more blood there was. When he found her liver, he cut out of big chunk of it, devouring it as well. The lower part of his face around his mouth was covered with her blood and black pieces of skin. He then moved up to her chest, mutilating one of her breasts at first before cutting away meat from the area between her breasts. Reaching her ribcage, he used the tip of the machete’s blade to scrape away meat from the bone. He considered plunging the machete through her ribcage just for fun, but decided to start eating on one of her arms instead.
Focusing on the upper part of the arm he chose, he began slicing away strips of meat like you might do to a ham. When the machete scraped against bone, he switched to a different part of her arm and began slicing again. He hadn’t eaten anything all day so that he would be plenty hungry for that evening. Getting thirsty, Red stopped cutting and laid the machete down on the floor. He then walked over to a small cooler he had brought with him and opened it, revealing several cold cans of beer inside. Taking one of the cans out, he opened it and poured the beer in his mouth for a moment before letting out a long burp. Going back over to his meal, he didn’t start eating again just yet. He drank some more of the beer instead. By the now, the fire was just below the grating, some flames occasionally licking the charred flesh on the woman’s back. He admired his work on her so far. He’d eaten a decent amount of her body in what seemed like about an hour. He didn’t know how long it had been exactly because he hadn’t brought his watch with him, not wanting to get it messy, and there was no clock or anything like that in the room.
After a couple more minutes, Red finished off the beer, crushing the can in one hand and dropping it to the floor. He picked the machete back up and moved over to what was left of her head. The white liquid that had spilled out of her melted eyeballs was completely burned away. In fact, pretty much nothing was left of her eyes at all. There were just empty eye sockets. Using the machete to cut off a piece of her cheek, he ate it, but discovered that there was almost no meat left there. Her head appeared to mostly be just a charred skull. Maybe he would eat on some of her brain eventually though. Going back to her chest, he poked at her exposed ribcage with the machete, blood oozing up around the bones from the pressure of being pushed on. Getting an idea, he then raised the machete up and swung it down onto the center of her ribcage, the blade digging into the bone some. He wanted to get to the meat underneath. Pulling the machete out of the ribcage, he raised and swung it again, digging deeper, but still not cutting through the bone or breaking it.
After a few more tries, the ribcage cracked in half, the machete continuing to cut into her chest a little bit, slicing into muscle and one of her lungs. Tugging, he got the machete free from her chest, sending a splash of blood through the air. He set the machete aside for a moment and used his hands to pry her ribcage open, a crunching sound being made as ribs broke from being moved. He then used the machete to remove some more meat, eating each piece, before cutting her heart right in half and pulling one half out, blood dripping from it. Putting the machete away now, he went over to the cooler again to get another can of beer as he ate on the piece of heart, blood squirting into his mouth with every bite. There were a few tough pieces he couldn’t chew through that he spit out onto the floor. He got another beer out and closed the cooler before opening the beer and proceeding to down the entire can, dropping it to the floor when he was finished along with what was left of the piece of heart, which hit the floor with a wet smack. He was finally full. Maybe he would eat on the body some more later on that night or sometime tomorrow. He exited the room, leaving the woman’s body to cool off and what was left of the fire to burn itself out.
