I had watched her for a few days. She had a definite heroin problem and sold herself only to feed her habit. I don’t mind drugs, but they’re supposed to be recreational…not all of life. Anyway, I knew that she wouldn’t be missed. So, with my sweet smile and the promise of a stupid cheeseburger, I lured her into one of the seedy motels nearby. I had everything set-up. And, when she entered, I motioned toward the rickety table that barely held up the burger on the plate. She talked about how long since she’d eaten; it was difficult to understand her as she garbled up her food and swallowed it with the help of some water nearby.
I watched her with intense interest and disgust. Finally, as she was eating the last remaining bites, I told her that she was actually eating something that I cooked. She didn’t look surprised or care; but, I continued to explain that I had a very interesting diet and it’s difficult to find people who share my delicate tastes. She exhaled loudly and began to get up since the food was gone. I told her not to be in a rush and she sat back down. “Did you know Miriam?” I asked. She nodded and told me a short sappy story about how she vanished; maybe she had been kidnapped by one of her Johns. I told her that was not the case; in fact, Miriam was with us here and now. She looked around the room, searching vigorously for her friend; then, I gestured toward the table at her plate.
Stupid girl didn’t understand so I plopped a picture of her dead friend, mutilated in my dungeon. She acted as if she was going to throw-up; but, when she stood, she quickly realized that she couldn’t. The eye drops that I had put in her water had knocked her out. I proceeded to cuff her to the bed and place a plastic bag over her head. She came to for only a few minutes; the rising and falling of the bag was beautiful. There’s just something about watching someone’s last breath! As she struggled to breathe, I read a few bible verses; I couldn’t think of anything meaner to do. But, I was quiet for her last gasp. I completed my afternoon by carving out a gaping hole in her upper torso. I packed the meat in my bag in case I wanted to feed another prostitute later. But, before I left, I had to break the cheap lamp by the bedside and shove it up into her nasty cunt. I thought that was a proper send-off.
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