“If you want the pudding, you have to eat one of the meats. Do you remember Crystal?”
Glancing up at him, I say, “Yes, I don’t really know her, but I’ve seen her around.”
“Knew,” he corrects.
“This,” he says, pointing to the plate, “plus the leg, is all that’s left of her. So you get to choose your protein, Bianca. Heart or pussy lips?”
I place my hand over my mouth, and nearly gag, just from the thought of what he expects me to eat.
“Someone killed her?” I say against my palm.
He laughs. “I did. She was becoming a problem. I have a tendency to make those disappear.”
Dr. Martin stands, staring at me like he’s waiting for my decision. How can I possibly eat any part of a human being? I’m the person that feels bad eating animal meat. A person? How can I possibly do that?
“You have sixty seconds before I decide that you’ll be the meal, instead of choosing yours.”
Tears spring to my eyes as I stare at my options in disbelief. Every time I think things are as bad as they’ll get, they get worse. I used to think I was strong for enduring everything Sullivan did to me, but I’m not strong. Not anymore. Now, I’m being forced to decide to eat a human, or die. It’s pure insanity. I can’t even believe this is my current reality, yet it is.
“How would you kill me?”
I’m seriously considering letting him end my life, but I need to know how he would do it, before deciding.
He arches a brow. “You don’t want it to happen like that. I’ll put you in the basement with Darren. He’s our resident cannibal. Trust me, he would be only too pleased to torture you, and eat you alive. Bit by bit.”
“Alive?” I ask with a gasp, showing my horror.
His eyes trail my naked body as if he’s picturing it, and it causes chills to run down my skin, and bile to rise in my throat.
“Alive. Fresh meat is his favorite. He will cut you piece by piece, and eat you while your heart still beats in your chest. It will be pure agony, and I will fucking delight in watching you cry, knowing you could have prevented it. The heart tastes like pork, with the consistency of beef. The pussy lips, I’m not entirely sure about, but one thing I do know, Bianca, is that I’m running outof patience. Ten seconds. Take a bite, or we’ll go to the basement with Darren.”
With no choice but to eat one of these pieces of Crystal’s dead body, I pick up the heart with both hands, and sink my teeth into it. Blood runs down my chin, to my chest, and he groans, like this is the hottest thing I could ever do. I chew the tough meat with my eyes closed, and try not to notice the putrid smell.
“This will probably make you feel so much better. There’s a lot of iron in the heart. I expect a thank you.”
I wish someone would give me a knife, and five minutes with this sick son of a bitch. I always thought I’d be incapable of murder. Now, I know I was wrong.
Ilay in the bed with my eyes closed, and like the last time I was restrained to this bed, I wait for whoever is fucking stupid enough to come into my room. Every person on this staff knows my history, and how I react to being tied down and left in the dark. As a child, I spent many days and nights locked in a closet. Even as an adult now, being trapped in a small, dark place takes me back to that time. I’ve never had an issue being in the dark outside, because I’m not trapped there. Inside, it causes debilitating panic.
Thanks, Padre.
My chest is no longer tight with agitation. In its place is excitement that travels down my spine. I enjoy killing people that have fucked with me. They were warned. Every one of them knew the consequences, but did it anyway. They have it coming.
It won’t be Alexsander, because he’s too much of a pussy. He targets women because he can easily overpower them. He will never get the upper hand with me, and he knows it, so he’s never tried. Instead he has morons do his bidding.
There’s a loud click, followed by the door opening.
“I’m good. He’s still out,” a female voice says, and I fight to not show a smile on my face. It’s common at Wellard for the men to send women to do something that’ll get them killed. There’s a definite pecking order here, and the women are the lowest in that order. I’m not saying it’s right, but it’s the way it is. The last time Darren had to be restrained, they sent four female nurses. All of them died, including the man who was sent in afterward, who was also found missing chunks of his body. His preference is to eat them while they’re still alive. He doesn’t like dead meat. I’m not sure if it actually tastes different, or if, like me, he enjoys screams.
Dainty steps come toward me, and I know instantly who it is. Amy is tiny, standing at about five foot four, and probably the worst choice for this job. She’s a perky little blonde, and I still have no idea why she took a job here. It’s unfortunate she’s going to die before she can correct that mistake. As I expected, Amy touches my neck with a needle, and I reach up and grab her wrist, pulling it away as I jump up, and pin her down on the bed, with my knee on her chest.
Her eyes widen as she pants out her breaths.
“Let me guess. You regret your choice of coming in here with the intention of drugging me again?”
A tear slips down her cheek, and she pushes on my chest with her free hand. Her other one still lies trapped under her body. Likely both hands wouldn’t have made me move at all either, but with one she never stood a chance. I hold my shank to her throat, ready to kill her, but I wait, because there may be one thing I need from her.
“Where’s Bianca Stanton?”
