Cannibal by Lois Jones

Author:Lois Jones
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Penguin Group US

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The Difficult Part

Bernd finally slipped into unconsciousness at 3:30 a.m.

Armin came in for his routine check, and gazed down at an inert body. Bernd looked heavier somehow, and colder. Armin tried pinching him to see if he was truly unconscious. There was no response. He lifted one of Bernd’s eyelids and snapped his fingers close to his ear. Still nothing.

Armin was delighted.

“You’re out cold, aren’t you, Bernd?” he said loudly.

When Bernd failed to answer or wake up, Armin rushed out of the room, infused with fresh energy and vigor. He needed to change into his chosen slaughter outfit: a pair of dark blue pajamas, Wellington boots and a bedsheet belonging to his dead mother, which he wrapped around himself and wore as an apron.

He didn’t want any blood to splatter on his best pajamas.

Armin was ready to start work. He snapped his fingers a few times as he tried to remember all the things he had to do. The video, of course, he thought. I’ve got to start the video again to film the slaughter. He went to the slaughter room and turned on the video camera. He didn’t plan to make money with the filmed butchery; he was creating the video only for himself. He hoped the images would allow him to relive what was soon to be the most triumphant moment of his life. This slaughter would be an exercise in ultimate control, and Armin planned on prolonging the delicious feelings by re-viewing the video. He couldn’t believe the moment had finally arrived. His excitement grew as he hauled Bernd’s naked body from the bed onto the slaughter bench. Bernd was heavy and it was awkward, but the thrill of the imminent act of butchery gave Armin extra strength. He pushed Bernd to the center of the table and arranged his limbs so he was lying with his arms and legs stretched out and his face directed upward. There was his willing slaughter boy. What a fine specimen of a man, Armin told himself, as he looked down at the body. He had chosen well.

Bernd’s chest gently moved up and down; he was still breathing.

Armin checked his pulse. It was racing.

Bernd’s lips were moving slightly, as if he were reciting a silent prayer. Armin felt a knot tighten in his stomach. He was scared of this part, the killing part; he would have preferred it if Bernd had jumped out of the window or had hung himself. Then he’d just have to chop up the body before eating it. However, the meat could have been bruised and damaged if Bernd had injured himself, and Armin knew he didn’t want spoiled goods; he wanted prime, succulent meat. And he would have it; he just had to kill to make it happen. “I have to do it,” he told himself. “I have to go through with it.”

Bernd looked dead, stock still, covered in blood, with bluish tones to his skin, but his chest was visibly moving up and down, indicating he was still alive.

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