The Slob by ARON BEAUREGARD

Author:ARON BEAUREGARD [Beauregard, Aron]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-11-17T05:00:00+00:00

SEPARATION ANXIETY

I sat up in the bed all night, half expecting him to burst inside and start carving me up at any given moment. Instead, I just sat around smelling the unique odor of the mystery meat he’d brought me. Maybe the boot he’d given me to the snout during the day had opened up my sinuses. Either that or this was a very powerful smell. There was no telling what it was and the shape of the “beef” looked similar to the portions he’d chopped off of the woman that I’d vacuumed up at his request.

I decided that morning I was going to try and avoid eating until I escaped or became too weak to. But I quickly found out that strategy would be a short-lived pipedream. Nearly the exact moment I’d finished concluding the thought, I started to hear the same heavy footsteps creeping up the stairs that I did when I’d initially ascended them. Of course, they drew closer but it sounded like there was a lighter, more dainty set beside them. Some distressed grunting echoed around the house’s yellowed halls toward me.

There hadn’t been a minute that had gone by since I’d stepped into the room that I wasn’t scared, but the temporary hiatus had given me some time to think by myself. That had ended, now I was again required to interact with The Slob. When the door unlocked, the mystery of the hallway noises was explained. The explanation, however, as disturbing as it was, left something to the imagination.

The Slob entered, dragging a woman in by the arm. He was leading her because there was a black garbage bag over her head. It looked to have an air hole since I could see a speck of skin appear at times while she jerked her body trying to free herself from his clutches. Specks of red flashed inside also, which was a bad sign. There were more cherry smears on her strapless top and acid-washed jeans. There were some clues but the part that was still open to interpretation was under the bag. What about her face?

He tossed the girl on the bed beside me and looked over at the plate. The same meat was still there but it was now patrolled by a few flies and dried out. He stepped toward it and picked up the lump of meat by the tip of the rather bulky bone that protruded from it. When he bit into it with his decaying incisors, flies buzzed away and moved on to circle his head. He had to pull it violently from his clasped jaws from the gamey gristle to sever a mouthful. The chewing process was even tougher than the meat itself.

After completing what I viewed as an exhausting task, he began to close in on me. The woman beside me had stopped wiggling around, she must’ve sensed a more passive method to be the best strategy while considering the silence around her.

He extended the bone handle toward me, jabbing me to complete the task that I’d been dreading.

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