Rosie Shadow by Louise Worthington

Author:Louise Worthington
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Red Escape Publishing
Published: 2021-03-01T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER

FOURTEEN

People in the modern world, tottering above Archie’s head, have never known real suffering or real hunger. Sure, a belly rumble if they skipped breakfast, but not the agony of hunger, the death from hunger, the desperation, the instinct to chew, bite, swallow, denied day after day until it’s tempting to eat your tongue, to chew the flesh from the insides of your mouth or an inmate’s ear, just to taste something in your mouth and use your teeth.

The convenience of vending machines, take-outs, drive-throughs, irritates him – that and so much more at the touch of a button. It’s unbelievable how easy people have it now. People whine about the weather, for God’s sake. Get them down here, in this dungeon; then they’ll have something to whine about. Experience real and prolonged suffering, and then the sun never stops shining.

There is a chastity belt on the stone floor – old pickings of his. Once the woman got skinny the belt slipped right off, like a ring on a finger. No mistake. A ball and chain loosely encircle the bones from a dismembered leg. Had rats eaten their flesh? There are so many rats scuttling over his shoes; he kicks the fat ones off, sending a couple flying against the stone wall. Using salt as a preservative, and exhuming more recent corpses from the grounds, he’s managed to keep the pantry stocked and himself alive.

‘Rosie, can you hear me? I’m talking to you. If you can hear me, send me food, Rosie. Send me food. There’s a good girl, then Daddy will come for you to bring you home.’

Ah, the blissful stinking and whispering, the cackling and the odours of people left to rot in their cells, one on top of the other. Humane? What’s humanity in the business of criminality and punishment? He’s glad the women were convicted, so he can fill his belly.

‘Hello, stinky,’ he says to a female corpse who is still wearing her work shoes. ‘Nice of you to drop by. Or rather, nice of Rosie to feed her Daddy-coo. Do you have any salsa to go with you, or guacamole goo?’ He laughs, and the sound thuds against the damp walls. ‘Man, you stink, lady! Weeeell past your best. I’m going to call you Jasmine today, just for a touch of irony.’

Archie tries not to overindulge on what he calls his Mexican meal, since rations are low.

‘I’m hungry, so you’ll have to do.’ A snuffling sound comes from his mouth as he dines on the female corpse, who is still on some missing persons’ list. The flesh is chewy; pieces get stuck in his canines. ‘You’d taste better boiled, or braised. I’d sooner have fresh meat to flesh me out. Got any tips for me, Jasmine, to make Clare want me?’

The grey outline of the man-thing begins to flesh out, to take a firmer, more definite shape, as the grotesque sound of chewing and smacking of lips takes hold. There’s a slurping sound as he finishes up.

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