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Wednesday, October 22, 2014

My Girl: Killcast Edition

He was hungry for something more than the rare steak that sat, untouched, on the gold-lined plate in front of him. The look of the steak, though normally would have made him salivate uncontrollably, was repulsive. Even the smell that rose from the slab of meat made his stomach turn as if he'd eaten rotten fruit.  He took his pointer finger and placed it on the gold-lined plate and began to slowly push it until it dropped off of the table and onto the marble floor. It shattered into pieces, splattering cows blood by his feet.

Mr. Harrison, as he liked to be called, was not usually this fickle when trying to tame his urHe was hungry for something more than the rare steak that sat, untouched, on the gold lined plate in front of him. The look of the steak, though normally would have made him salivate uncontrollably, was repulsive. Even the smell that else from the slab of meat made his stomach turn as if he'd eaten rotten fruit.  He took his pointer finger and placed it on the hold line plate and began to slowly push it until it topped off on the table and onto the concrete floor. It shattered into pieces, splattering cows blood by his feet.

Mr. Harrison, as he liked to be called, was not usually this fickle when trying to tame his urges to eat. A rare steak was usually just right, of course only if that steak be of the highest quality meat around. Still, for some reason, tonight was different. Maybe it was the rain or the smell of wet leaves lingering in the air from the open windows in the house. Maybe it was the soft cries of the woman, caged and bound, in the corner of the dining room. 

She'd been there for three weeks to the day. Mr. Harrison usually kept his girls for five days, six days maximum, but Sherry, that's what he called her, Sherry was special and she smelled delicious to boot.  Sherry was like no other girl that had ever crossed over his threshold and into his heart. Over the past few days he contemplated keeping her, but his urges grew minute by minute, second by growling second. He was hungry and the cold meat on the floor wasn't going to suffice. 

He cleaned the area of the table where he sat and then abruptly stood up, tightly pushed his chair against the table, walked over to the cage and knelt down. "Don't scream and I won't hurt you." He said, knowing that she would, and knowing he was going to, but loved offering the option. Where would the world be without manners?  None the less, Mr. Harrison unlocked the cage, gently caressed  his hand across the woman's face, grabbed her by the hair and slammed her head against the bars, knocking her unconscious.

When she woke she was naked, tied to the table by her ankles and wrists. She was unable to move her limbs, and when she tried to  mover her head she realized she couldn't move her neck.  
"It's all normal, a reaction to the chemicals I gave you," Mr. Harrison said as he loomed over her body. "You were so specially Sherry, so special and I must apologize for taking a liking to you. If I hadn't you wouldn't have been locked up for so long." He stopped speaking. "I digress." Mr. Harrison smiled down at her and then left the dinning room.

The sounds of a knife sharpening echoed through the dinning room, if she hadn't been aware of her future before, Sherry was well aware of it now. He walked back in the room with a grin on his face and a fork and knife in the other. His stomach growled with delight and his eyes widened as tears began to pour from her sockets. He walked to her side and caressed her stomach with the tip if his fork and then with his index finger. Her skin was warm and wet, the temperate and texture Mr. Harrison preferred when starting his meals. 

The first cut began at her navel and ended right above her breast. He could see her heart through her skin as he watched the blood flow out of her. She cried harder, but not because of the pain, she couldn't feel anything anyway, she cried because he was going to make her watchin him eat.  Sherry prayed for death, and with every bite he took it couldn't come sooner.  He cut the pieces of flesh from 
her body as if he was making love. Sensually chewing, he moan with absolute pleasure, taking his time swallowing every morsel in his mouth.

Sherry,  soon after Mr. Harrison began to make his next cut, died quietly, he had never even noticed. Yet, though she may have died, he was far from being finished with her.  There was so much more to eat, and so any please yet unventured.  He was going to take his time with her,ges to eat. A rare steak was usually just right, of course only if that steak was of the highest quality of meat around. Still, for some reason, tonight was different. Maybe it was the rain or the smell of wet leaves lingering in the air from the open windows in the house. Maybe it was the soft cries of the woman, caged and bound, in the corner of the dining room.

She'd been there for  two weeks  to the day. Mr. Harrison usually kept his girls for five days, six days maximum, but.Sherry,  that's what he called her, Sherry was special and she smelled delicious to boot.  Sherry was like no other girl that had ever crossed over his threshold and into his heart and over the past few days he's contemplated keeping her, but  his urges grew minute by minute, second by growling second. He was hungry and the cold meat on the floor wasn't going to suffice.

He cleaned the area of the table where he sat and then abruptly stood up, tightly pushed his chair against the table, walked over to the cage and knelt down. "Don't scream and I won't hurt you. He said, knowing that she would, and knowing he was going to, but loved offering the option. Where would the world be without manners?  None the less, Mr. Harrison unlocked the cage, gently caressed  his hand across the woman's face, grabbed her by the hair and slammed her head against the bars, knocking her unconscious.

When she woke she was naked, tied to the table by her ankles and wrists. She was unable to move her limbs, and when she tried to  mover her head she realized she couldn't move her neck. "It's all normal, a reaction to the chemicals I gave you," Mr. Harrison said as he loomed over her body. "You are so specially Sherry, was so special and I must apologize for taking a liking to you. If I hadn't you wouldn't have been locked up for so long." He stopped speaking. "I digress." Mr. Harrison smiled down at her and then left the dinning room.

The sounds of a knife sharpening echoed through the dinning room, if she hadn't been aware of her future before, Sherry was well aware of it now. Mr. Harrison walked back in the room with a grin on his face and a fork and knife in his hands. His stomach growled with delight and his eyes widened as tears began to pour from her sockets. He walked to her side and caressed her stomach with the tip if his fork and then with his index finger. Her skin was warm and wet, the temperate and texture Mr. Harrison preferred when starting his meals.

The first cut began at her navel and ended right above her breast. He could see her heart pump through her skin as he watched the blood flow out of her. She cried harder, but not because of the pain, she couldn't feel anything anyway, she cried because he was going to make her watch him eat.  Sherry prayed for death, and with every bite he took it couldn't come sooner.  He cut the pieces of flesh from her body as if he was making love. Sensually chewing, he moaned with absolute pleasure, taking his time swallowing every morsel in his mouth.

Sherry,  soon after Mr. Harrison began to make his next cut, died, he had never even noticed. Yet, though she was dead, he was far from being finished with her.  There was so much more to eat, and so many places on her body yet unexplored. He was going to take his time with her, and tonight his hunger would be fulfilled, until next time.