My eyes lowered over my shoulder and back down to Sybil, the sinister smile I wore fully displaying my razor-sharp teeth. “I’ve had a lot of raw human this evening...well, in general. And as appetizing as your flesh is, there is just something about being in a pizzeria that makes me want to experiment.” I paused, letting the words sink into her brain. Did you hear me?” I raised my arm, lifting Sybil’s body by my hooked grasp until she was eye level to me. Her blue eyes were wide and burning, filled with streaks of tears. Her tongue wriggled around as she let out a muffled scream, the top of her mouth bleeding from the weight of her body pressing into my claws. It was humorous to see her struggle so. “I want you to watch closely and see just how I plan to prepare you.”
My hand reached out and turned the dial of the oven on, moving through the motions as I had witnessed through Crissa’s eyes over her many shifts. You could hear the faintest electrical hum as the flames ignited within it, warming the space between us. The woman let out a second muffled scream. “It’s rather hard to enjoy this when all you do is sit there and scream. There’s no fun in it.” With a quick motion, I ripped my claws from Sybil’s face and dropped her to the floor. She landed on her back, her red hair sprawling all along the tiles, staring up at me with her bloodied face and blue eyes. I planted my foot on her neck, pressing hard as the oven continued to heat up. “Butthis—” I dug my heel into her throat as she coughed up little bits of blood. “Is so much more fun!”
Only a few moments later, a quiet beep went off, alerting me that the oven had reached the ideal temperature. I reached out and flung the door open, the air around us rippling from the heat. Sybil thrashed under my foot, her hands clutching my ankle as she stared at the opening of the oven.
“What the fuck are you going to do?” she cried out. “Cook me? Seriously? You’re fucking insane! Insane! Let me go, you psycho freak!” She continued trying to shove my foot off her to no avail.
A menacing growl brushed past my teeth as I leaned down towards her. “Your voice gets very irritating, very quickly. Has anyone ever told you that?” My head tilted. Before she could even muster another word, I snatched her tongue from her mouth with my claws and ripped it clean out of her mouth. “Ah, much better!” I sat it on the counter behind me, spying all of the pizza ingredients lined up in a cooler covered with lids and plastic wrap.
Oh, this is going to be absolutely marvelous!
Looking down at Sybil I tilted my head to the side and ran my tongue across my teeth with a sinister smile. “While I may have use for the others…no part ofyouis worth saving for my little project.” My hand reached back and grabbed one of the pizza wheels that hung on a hook on the counter. “Andyou—” I moved to straddle her, hovering the sharp tool at her cheek in the same place she had cut Crissa not long ago. “You, little Sybil, have been the most damaging…the cause of so much pain for my vessel.” Moving the tool to my face, I tried to make a point to pull some other emotion from Sybil. “Tell me. Do you feel any remorse for your actions? Or are you just a cold, heartless bitch?”
Sybil narrowed her eyes and tried to speak, but it was a jumbled, gurgly mess as blood poured and spat from her mouth.
“No remorse. Hmm. What a shame.” As I knelt above her, I held her face still and rolled the pizza wheel down it, pressing hard. She tried to scream, but I pressed my face to hers and screamed alongside her, mocking her fear before it faded into a low growl. “Go on. Scream all you want, your fate is sealed." I continued to roll the pizza wheel down her face and onto her chest, cutting her shirt open. She cried out, screaming and sobbing, kicking beneath my thighs as I cut her skin and kept using the tool, working down her body. As I reached her belly button, I ripped the remainder of her shirt and flung it aside, exposing her torso. “This is my plan for you, S-s-s-Sybil.” I used the wheel, delicately slicing away at a few more parts of her stomach, causing small cuts that slowly dripped blood. I bent down and licked them clean, savoring the fruity, juicy, metallic taste of her blood. “We are going to make a nice little pizza. We shall call it a Big Top Special. No! A Sybil Supreme. Ahh, yes.” Her eyes widened, reddened and filled with tears as I carved her belly button out of her stomach with the pizza wheel. She let out a muffled scream, too traumatized to even mourn it properly.
Now we’re getting somewhere.
Taking my time, I continued to carve away at Sybil’s body, setting select pieces off to the side for my masterpiece of a pizza. As I did so, I also cut away bits for myself, savoring them between my teeth while using the tool. Sybil didn’t let up, making my handiwork a bit messy, fighting me while I sliced up more of her skin, peeling back layers upon layers, chewing on the smaller scraps. I had accumulated a few interesting parts of her body, parts that I thought would adorn a pizza quite well.
Such tasty little additions.
Admiring my work, I looked up and noticed the signature black widow tattoo inked along the skin of her neck. “Hmmm. Now that might be a fun, tasty little addition as well.” Sybil squirmed some more as I carved away at her, the torture she was enduring having boosted her adrenaline, keeping her conscious. But she was losing steam quickly. I rested my weight across her chest and felt shallow breathing. “You’re starting to slip away, aren’t you, little human?” I pressed my ear to her, listening to the rapid beat of her petrified heart. “Oh, don’t go. Not yet!” Lifting the skin on her neck, I ran the pizza wheel across it and watched as it slowly separated from her body. The layers lifted from the muscle little by little, until I had cut the entire tattoo off in one single piece. “Perfect,” I purred.
As I leaned back to take in my hard work, I realized that her plump breasts were on full display due to her shirt being cut open and removed. Her nipples stared up at me, colored a soft pink as another hilariously brilliant idea crossed my mind. “Oh yes!” I chuckled. “These will do quite nicely.” I then leaned back down and licked one of her nipples ever so gently before biting roughly into her breast. Blood flooded my mouth and smothered my tongue as my sharp teeth broke the skin all around it. She cried out, nearly arching into me, and in one swift motion, I ripped the skin clean off before spitting the nipple from my mouth and onto the mound of collected pieces of her. “There we go.”
Sybil begged and pleaded as I repeated the action, setting her other nipple next to the first.
A soft squeak sounded next to me as a few little vermin had gathered by my side, next to the pile of goodies. “Just a few more seconds, dear friends. I have something special in mind for this one…so I do not think I shall need your help. Why don’t you track down that big lug of a man that ran off. Montey.” The rats scampered off in opposite directions as I gathered my little pile and set it on the pizza counter. Sybil cried, tears pouring from her eyes as her bloodied, partially skinned body bled all around me.
“Now, Sybil…” I tsked with a slight sigh. Before either of us could mutter another sound, her eyes rolled and fluttered before she truly lost consciousness. “Damn…well, nevermind then. My taunts are done, I suppose.” My smile grew. “Which means it is finally time to feast.” My head dropped back down as my jaw unhinged, surrounding her breast entirely before ripping the rest of it off from her body. I gnawed on the mouthful for a few moments, chewing on her squishy flesh until I finally swallowed it, allowing it to settle in my stomach. “Mmm. I need more…more!” I dug my fingers into her shoulders, using my claws to shred her arms from her torso, taking one arm into my grasp before unhinging my jaw and sliding it down my throat in a single gulp. I was so undeniably excited, I didn’t even take my time to chew it. I simply devoured it, repeating the act as I ate each limb, leaving Sybil with only a torso and head. She was laying in a pool of her own blood, completely defenseless.
“Now I see you as you truly are.” I chuckled, standing over her. “Worthless.”
Crissa would be oh so proud.
Without another hesitation, my hand dug into her bare chest and ripped it open with ease before pulling her heart out. The red organ rested in my palm, glistening in the flickering light from the oven. “I stand corrected.” I glanced down at the corpse. “You did have a heart after all.” I took a giant bite out of it as if it were a juicy red apple. “Mmm.”
Once I had fully feasted on all the best parts of Sybil, I stood to create my masterpiece. My Sybil Supreme. I felt confident in my abilities to create such a pizza, having watched Crissa and the others during their many shifts. “Now then, where is that—ahh, there it is!” I pulled a fresh ball of dough from the fridge below the counter, fumbling as I stretched it out with my claws. The fragile dough kept ripping, and I knew fundamentally that was not supposed to happen when making a pizza. “I don’t understand. Why is this so goddamn hard?!” I shouted in frustration. “Hmm.” Resorting to using my palms, I managed to patch up the little holes in the dough, now bloodied from my hands. While the dough was imperfect, it was exactly what I needed for my little indulgence at this moment. “Now.” I held my hands up and surveyed the ingredients before trying to remember what would come next. “Oh right! Sauce!” I exclaimed, clapping my hands together. My eyes wandered, spying the red, blood-like substance sitting in a closed container. I lifted the lid and reached my hand in, scooping up the substance before smearing it on the dough. “Reminds me of blood," I giggled. “Oh. I should add some to enrich this little treat.” I bent over and ripped an organ from Sybil’s slaughtered corpse, juicing it between my palms as it poured blood all over the crust. “Wonderful! Now, cheese and toppings." I talked myself through the motions and continued to make my pizza, chucking handfuls of the odd-smelling cheese all over before throwing the rest of my toppings on, including the fleshy bits from Sybil’s body, such as her tattoo and nipples. “Alas! It is finished!” I carefully placed the pizza in the oven and set the timer. “Oh what fun!”
As I closed the oven door, I felt little feet scamper back and forth over my shoe. “Did you find him?” I asked, looking down at the rat. It squeaked and bolted away, running toward the security office. “I see.” My cheeks lifted as I smiled and followed it.
You’re next, Montey.
CHAPTER 13
MONTEY
A faint staticsound played from behind a closed door just ahead, deep in the back of Big Top Pizzeria. A faint, green-tinted light seeped from beneath the door, guiding me as I slowly inched closer. I had no idea where I was going, or what to even expect back here.
Maybe there’s something behind the door that can help us.
My hand gripped the handle, turning as I slowly pushed it open. It squeaked ever so faintly, the green light nearly blinding me as it poured out from the small room. I raised my hand high, shielding my eyes as they quickly adjusted. And what I saw baffled me. “What the?—”
The room was a bit small, but even still, there were stacks of old TV monitors to my left, placed on top of one another and ridden with static and green pixelated images. Empty pizzeria to go cups and trash were crumbled and tossed in all directions, and there was a faint musty smell that hung in the air. But none of that shocked me as much as the large window that peaked into the pizzeria from behind the counter. “What the hell is this?” I whispered, tapping the glass.
“Oh, thank god you found it!” Lavender rushed into the room behind me and ran towards the monitors. She wore a look of panic and was sweating profusely, as if she’d run a marathon or something. “Please, please, please,” she mumbled to herself, clicking madly at a keyboard as she stared into the many monitors. The images switched with each loud click, revealing different places around the enormous pizzeria. “Come on,” she groaned.
