[Trigger Warning]
I returned to my car and drove it into a secluded alley then removed my license plates and replaced them with the new ones. Afterwards I drove over to the local police station and turned off my car. What did I want to do? I often contemplated the legacy I wanted to leave behind. I had always been entertained by the idea of turning into a boogeyman-like figure. A myth that would haunt people long after I died. Perhaps if I got lucky I might even turn into a ghost after dying, then I could actually haunt people. In any case I had a good target in mind. I sat there for hours until I saw an officer walk into the station then walk back out without a uniform. It was the beloved Officer Richards!
When he got into a car and started driving I turned on my car and started driving as well. I followed him for quite a long period, passing by high rise buildings and into the suburbs. While I tagged along he parked in the driveway of a house. Now that I knew where he lived I drove over to a drug store and bought some sleeping pills along with painkillers. Then I drove over to a pizza place and ordered a pizza. Upon receiving the pizza I drove back to the Richards house and started prepping, I popped all the pills open and started crushing them.
Once they were ground up enough I sprinkled them all over the pizza, mixed with the heavy layer of cheese it could be written off as weird tasting pizza. Now I grabbed a piece of paper and wrote some random believable excuse. I walked out with the pizza and went to knock on the door.
“Delivery for house number three-two-four-eight on Levy street!”
Immediately afterwards I sprinted away and back into my car. It took a while for the door to open and Mr. Richards immediately grabbed the paper, soon after he grabbed the pizza and closed the door. I sat back in my seat and took a nap.
“Good morning! It’s time to wake up!”
It wasn’t even morning. I turned off my alarm and went to the door. Hopefully my sleepy dust had worked. I lifted my foot up and kicked next to the doorknob, a heavy thump and explosion of dust later the door was wide open. I walked inside the house and started looking around. Complete silence. It was very likely that everyone was either asleep, or dead. I went through every door one by one. The first door I opened went into the basement. Behind the second door I opened was a bathroom. I finally got lucky on the third door, behind it I found a teenage boy sleeping on the bed. I tiptoed my way over with my trusty stun gun and hammer in hand.
Bzzzt!
His eyes suddenly shot open as he was met with the shock of his life. I continued to trigger the stun gun for a couple rounds before deciding that he was indeed stunned. I quickly tied him up and sealed his mouth with super glue. There were only two doors left after this one, which meant I would either have to deal with girls or adults.
I crept to the next door and leered into the room. Inside I found two teenage girls. Wait… this was kind of creepy on my behalf. I quickly stuffed myself inside the room and locked the door.
I pulled two tasers out of my pack and contemplated what would happen if I used them at the same time. There was no better way to find out than actually doing it. I jammed both tasers into the neck of the girl I assumed to be older and triggered them.
BZZZT!
Oh my lord! So this was what a seizure looked like! Ah wait, foam. Foam was coming out of her mouth, was she still alive? I placed my ear on her chest and listened closely. She was indeed still alive although she might die if I sealed her mouth so I just left her tied up. Now I had to deal with the younger one. This time I wouldn’t use two stun guns, who knew if she would die right then and there. Rinse and repeat, within moments I had finished supergluing her mouth. Now I grabbed the eldest daughter and dragged her down into the basement, this way her screams wouldn’t be too loud.
Huh, nice basement. Fully carpeted with a bunch of appliances. I wouldn’t mind living down here… was someone living down here? I quickly checked each door. Bathroom, storeroom, laundry room, and finally… empty room. Lucky for them I guess. I went and grabbed the eldest daughter who was slowly regaining consciousness and shoved her into the room furthest away from the rooms above. Afterwards I went back upstairs and prepared to capture my main target.
I crept my way into the room and stood over Mister and Misses Richards. It seemed like the two of them had a busy night, with them being naked and all. But on second thought if my wife looked like Mrs. Richards I would end every night naked. Anyways, time to get back to work. I shoved both stun guns into Mr. Richards' neck and triggered them, the spasming and crackling caused Mrs. Richard's eyes to spread open. This was a rather awkward situation.
“This is the FBI, your husband is under arrest for corruption. I am agent McConner and my superiors are outside monitoring the situation. Please remain calm and stay under the sheets until I leave the room.”
Was that even believable? I mean, she did go back under the sheets after all.
“Please hold on to the sheets. I am going to place your husband on the floor.”
After speaking I yanked Mr. Richards out of the bed and started tying him up. He was beginning to struggle again so I had to embrace the true mentality of an officer.
“Please do not resist Mr. Richards, I do not wish to harm you!”
Bzzzt!
Once again I fed him a spoonful of electricity and sealed his mouth with superglue.
“Miss Richards?”
“Y - Yes?”
“Would you please stick your hand out, I’m going to hand you some clothes. Your statement is required.
“Ah yes… ok.”
From underneath the sheets her pale hand slowly penetrated through and unclenched. I quickly grasped her hand and tazed her exposed arm, now for a little bondage. Jeez, her body was very nice indeed and the ropes added a level of beauty not commonly seen in everyday life. It was a shame that I had to seal her voice away, in any case the real fun would begin downstairs. I grabbed her by the feet and dragged her away, giving Mr. Richards a little shock as I passed by. It took me nearly half an hour to transport the entire family downstairs and place them in chairs. Using the tasers earlier had given me some very interesting ideas. From behind me a voice suddenly erupted.
“Let me go!”
So she was awake already. I turned my attention to the eldest daughter and absorbed the anger radiating from her soul.
“What do you think I should do?”
“Let go of us!”
That was a pretty good answer to be fair but seriously, what should I do? Who did I start with? How would I start? A Monologue! That’s what I should start with! Now I just had to find something to record with. I went through every phone until eventually I found one that wasn’t locked, it just so happened to be Mr. Richards. I opened a recording app and angled it to face us.
I stared into the camera and thought about my speech. After thinking for a period of time I formulated what I wanted to say.
“Hello!… This is kind of awkward now that I’m actually doing it. Uh… yeah. So anyways I’ve got a family tied up behind me-”
“Help! Help! Help us!”
Maybe I should muffle her now. Yeah, I should. I went over to the eldest daughter and ripped her shirt off.
“Say ahh.”
So now she decided to keep her mouth shut. I grabbed her jaw and dug my nails in. She opened her mouth to yelp in pain but before she could make too much noise I stuffed her shirt into her mouth and packed it in. Time to finish recording.
“I’m sure you may be wondering why this family is tied up. To answer your question we are going to have to start with Mr. Richards.”
I slowly meandered to the man of the moment and resumed.
“Mr. Richards, also known as Officer Richards, has not done anything to us. The department he works for however…. Has been digging a little bit too deep.”
“We do not appreciate their attempts to infiltrate and capture us. So as a kind gesture we will only harm one of their members. We hope that they will mind their own business just as we will mind ours”
Now I pulled out my two trusty stun guns and placed them on Mr. Richards thighs.
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“Just remember. This could have been prevented.”
I triggered both stun guns and refused to release them
“Hggburbuhderhgg”
A strange noise emitted from Mr. Richards and a stranger noise entered my ears. It was pure bliss, simply a symphony of agony. I continued for around half a minute before stopping. He was clearly still alive and breathing heavily.
“Oh dear, that must’ve hurt greatly. Here, allow me to cover you with a blanket.”
I wrapped Mr. Richards in a thin cloth and went upstairs to find a large container to fill with water. Time to make a new concoction, I grabbed all the salt I could find and poured it into the container except for the salt shaker as I would need a little salt for later. After filling up the container with water I transported it back downstairs, to no one’s surprise Mr. Richards had knocked his own chair over.
“I see you had a good time while I was gone, try not to drown.”
I dumped the water in the container onto him, drenching both him and the cloth. Now that it was wet I moved the cloth over his face and listened as he inhaled the mixture of salt and water. Now it was time to test some science. I stuck the stun guns onto his stomach and triggered them furiously.
Bzzzt!
Now he would either drown, suffocate, or just have a heart attack. And if not I would get to try a different method. After around a minute of shocking I concluded my experiment and pulled the cloth off of Mr. Richards. His body was smoking and minor burns could be seen here and there. He was very likely to be dead, but just in case… I stomped on his neck a few times.
Now that I had returned to reality I noticed that I was surrounded by muffled screams. I had completed my first kill using electricity and to maintain balance I would have to use water next. I dragged the wet cloth over to eldest daughter and pulled out her rag.
“PLEASE! NO! NO! - MPH! MPHH!”
I quickly wrapped her head in the cloth and lay her chair onto the floor. I left her there and went back upstairs with the container to get more water. After a short while I returned and found eldest daughter lying limp on the floor. I walked over and quickly unwrapped the cloth.
“Yo, are you still alive?”
I tapped her cheek a couple times and she suddenly exploded into a fit of coughing. We stared at each other for an uncomfortable amount of time and for a split second I found her to be extremely pitiful. Of course it could just be because I was a little horny at the moment.
“Would you mind if I kissed you?”
“…”
“You would mind.”
“…”
“Fine, back to work.”
As I started to move the cloth back over her face words decided to spill out of her mouth.
“Wait! You can kiss me! Kiss me! Please! Kiss me!”
Now I felt bad, I kind of forced her into this situation. It was a good opportunity though. I slowly inched towards her face and just before our faces could touch I paused. Should I really do this? She most definitely did not like me in any way, shape, or form. I could definitely overwhelm her mind but I didn’t feel like putting in so much effort just to conquer a mediocre woman- especially one that was about to die nonetheless. If only she was some kind of protagonist of some story, now that would be quality entertainment. Even better would be another person like me, I wonder if I could even handle her?
“Don’t feel like it, goodbye.”
“Ple-!”
I quickly wrapped the cloth around her head and began pouring water onto it. Of all the methods I had used drowning had always been one of my favorites, the struggle for life in an inescapable situation had always been so intriguing to observe. In particular one of the most interesting observations I had ever made was one of ants. In one of my experiments I had noticed that the ants weren’t just floating around mindlessly struggling, they were desperately trying to grasp onto something, anything.
So I placed a leaf in front of one, obviously it grabbed onto it and held on for dear life. Then I pushed the leaf underwater. Strangely, despite being completely submerged underwater now, a much worse situation than before, it continued to hold onto the leaf. Eventually it did let go, but for those few seconds it decided to hold onto the hope that the leaf would rise above the water. And every time I placed the leaf in front of it, it would grab the leaf and be submerged over and over, as if it didn’t understand that I would continue to drown it.
The most interesting reactions always happened when I played around with drowning. But, now that I had a living, breathing human being that could communicate with me I would finally find out what it felt like to drown. After thirty seconds I unwrapped the cloth and waited for her to recover.
“How did it feel?”
Through muffled sobs and hiccups she gave me an answer
“Please- stop. I’m- begging you- I’m begging- I’ll- do- anything”
“No, no. That’s not what I asked for. I asked how it felt.”
“You- can fuck me- do what- ever you- want. Just- don’t kill- me”
Very interesting. I had always wondered if this would actually happen. What was so great about living that someone would sacrifice their dignity and body just to do it? If you couldn’t live the way you wanted then what was the point of living? Was it because of hope? Hope for what? Hope that they could live a better life?
“Why do you want to live? If you give me a proper answer I’ll consider letting you live.”
After slowly calming down and stabilizing herself she gave me an answer
“I want to live because I still have many things I want to do.”
“Even if I turn you over and fuck your brains out?”
“…Yes.”
“How about if I fed you shit and piss?”
“Yes.”
“Then let's see if you are telling the truth.”
I removed her from the chair and turned her over. Then I grabbed her pants and ripped them off. Just to reinforce the act I even went as far as placing my hands on her ass. Despite me going this far she had simply clenched her teeth and sat in silence. Wow, she really did want to live. How irritating. How pathetic! Where was her dignity? Her self worth? She should at least try to kill herself or something! Was this what my sister would have done? How about my mother? Fuck… Fuck!
“FUCK!”
The mere thought was enough to set ablaze the flames in my heart I had spent countless hours learning how to smother. To ever see the one who birthed me like that was an affront to my eyes. I grabbed her by the hair and shoved her head into the container. I would rather she die than lose her dignity.
“Fight! Fight for your life!”
“Blurghbughergur”
“Do you really want to die!?”
“—”
“Are you seriously going to let me kill you!?”
“…”
Oh. She had already died. I stood up and took a few deep breaths to calm myself. I guess I was actually pretty upset that my mom and sister were defiled. Tricking myself into not caring wasn’t very effective at all.
“Sorry everyone. That was unbecoming of myself.”
Yes, I should focus on the task at hand. After all this was the most important part of this whole thing. I went upstairs and grabbed some cooking oil and a knife along with the salt shaker I had left behind. Then I went back downstairs and thoroughly drenched Mrs. Richards in oil. I turned to the camera and spoke.
“You can probably guess what I am about to do, it will not be pleasant so this is a reminder to shield your eyes.”
After speaking I lit a match and tossed it onto the oil drenched piece of flesh in front of me. What a shame, I would have loved to make her squeal like a pig before burning away all her beauty… if only I wasn’t such a nice person. Muffled screams broke out from all the remaining members of the Richards family, the loudest of all coming from the one burning in front of me. Hopefully she didn’t completely turn into ashes, I needed a little bit of her flesh to be saved. Oh yeah, I hadn’t talked to the audience in a while. I went over to the camera and sat down.
“Now that I have to wait for her to finish burning, let's have a chat. I’ve already discussed our goals so let's talk about something more interesting. What’s your favorite type of meat?”
“Personally I enjoy pork. There’s bacon, ham, chops, ribs, and all sorts of goodies. The defining factor of what makes this meat so special is the fat content. All animals are bound by natural instinct to seek food high in caloric content and pork just so happens to contain a large amount of it. Now I don’t know about you, but I’ve heard that human flesh tastes quite similar to pork.”
I paused for a short moment then brought the salt shaker into view and shook it.
“At the moment I am very hungry, and as you may have noticed, I do not have any pork. So today, I plan to find out if human flesh can be a substitute for pork.”
The flames would have cleaned any icky stuff off of the meat but I was still a bit picky about what I ate. I agreed with myself to only eat beautiful women and only their buttocks, thighs, and belly, as these were the most flavorful and hygienic pieces. Just thinking about eating an armpit, hand, or foot almost made me puke. I went over to the charred corpse and flipped it over then cut off a piece of the buttocks.
I promptly reactivated my gourmet skills and sprinkled salt on the half cooked half raw partially burnt flesh. I sunk my teeth into the unburnt portion of the meat and slowly savored the flavor. It was similar to the taste of a steak although the texture was mixed between beef and pork. The most important feature of the meat, the fat, was very present and very pleasant. And attributing to the diets and habits of this specific specimen the meat had a very clean and simple taste. Altogether it was a perfect combination of flavor, texture, and fat. I consumed the steak until I felt partially full, I had to save room for something else.
Whelp, now that I had tried cooked flesh I had to try raw flesh, there was an extremely high possibility that cooking the meat would have removed any special capabilities contained within it. I had always entertained the idea that eating human flesh could possibly give me special abilities. It was illogical and irrational but it was a possibility. Fortunately I still had a fresh specimen that was waiting to give me powers. I pulled up my mask and transported myself over to the youngest daughter then turned back to the camera.
“Overall it was a very pleasant experience, ten out of ten I would recommend it to meat lovers. I'm quite sure that of all the other types of red meat human flesh ranks highest in terms of natural flavor and texture. The texture is a mixture of steak and pork chop, and the flavor is a mixture of brisket and bacon. Basically a combination of the best pieces of meat.”
As I prepared to eat the youngest daughter I noticed something quite unpleasant, she had peed on herself. I wasn’t exactly a clean freak, but I also did not want to put someone’s pee in my mouth. Obviously, there was one clear solution, a shower. I dragged her into the bathroom and then unclothed her, who knew what kind of sickos would be watching the video. Anyways it was bath time, I tossed her into the tub and then turned the shower on at the coldest setting possible.
This would activate natural responses that would make her body enter a hyperactive state, enhance all possible flavors to the maximum, as well as not burning all her skin off. Fortunately for my sanity the shower head was removable and I didn’t have to hand wash her, otherwise my impulses would easily consume me before I could consume her. Even simply spraying her was already dampening my judgment.
Thwack!
There we go, I’m awake again. Should I soap her up? Would that make her taste weird? Would I rather eat piss or soap? Soap, soap it is. I grabbed all the bottles I could find and dumped them on her, it kind of reminded me of slathering ribs in honey. After thoroughly washing the cleaning agents off I started to pat her down with a towel.
Oh! Very nice! Her body was supple and tender and in more than just the sense of food, was I seriously not going to fuck her? Now that I thought about it, why did I still care about my own morals? I should be doing whatever and whoever I please. Screw it, who knows when I might die, might as well do something I enjoy just in case I get shot right after leaving this house.
“So… I have decided that I will not be eating you tonight. Instead I will be-”
“Eghet me! Eghght me inthed!”
From the execution room a garbled voice extended into my ears.