Cannibal Tim: Episode III

Previously: Episode I -> Episode II

Episode III

The house was good. The table was set. The food was served.

He followed her into the kitchen as a nice pet would. She beckoned him over to her, near the slow simmering meatball sauce. He went over. She asked him to smell the sauce. It smelled very nice. The house smelled of it. They ate in peace. There was electricity running in the air. The food was eaten. Loving glances were exchanged and caring touches were experienced. The dishes were cleared.

He stood admiring a painting on the wall. It was by one Stephen Hawk. The name was a bit familiar. He smelled her behind him and turned around. She was standing close to him. She reached out to him, and kissed him lightly on the right cheek. Tim closed his eyes and tried to breathe in her hair. Probably why he didn't fell the prick of the needle.

M99. Animal grade. Knocked him out for two hours.

The smell woke him. He knew what it was immediately. Formaldehyde. He wondered where he was. He thought about the smell. The painting swam back into recollection. He tried moving his hands but found himself straight-jacketed. He tried moving his legs but they were strapped to the ceiling.

Wait a minute.

He was upended. In Judy's basement. She was looking at him. Sitting in a red chair.

"Stephen Hawk. He was the love of your life, wasn't he? You plan to avenge him?"

"Don't flatter yourself. The only thing I do with men is eat them."

The sweet coy smile was back.

"And the only thing you did was eat him. I had marked him for thanksgiving."

She got up and walked up to him. She bent down and kissed him on the lips. Despite the obvious discomfort he was in, he liked the kiss. But he hated the needle defiling him again.

He wasn't out for long this time. He knew because he could see the dashboard watch of his car. Judy was driving. Little angelic Judy in a little red dress. Tim was still without the use of his body. He had only the comforting warmth of his seat.

"Where are we going?", he asked. Judy did not answer. Well, not at first. And when she did he wished she hadn't.

"Donnington Cemetery."

...to be continued