EthanJay22
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- Jul 7, 2010
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- New England
"This gonna be out of his system in time?", the new voice says.
"Oh yes, by tomorrow he'll be clean. By the way your ready for the other matter, correct?"
"Yes, sir. I'll give him some time to get under before I get to that, like always. Make's it all go easier."
They were right on him now. He saw a new guy, the owner of the new voice, a syringe in hand. Not again! The guy bends down toward him, he cranes his neck way defensively only to feel the needle plunge into one of his butt cheeks.
"Right.", the first man says in agreement with the last comment by the other.
For the next several hours he feels doped up and pain free again. Things get really strange. He is given copious amounts of water again, even forced some at times, and is taken to toilet to urinate several times but there is more. He is forced to endure an enema two separate times, making use of the toilet again and again. In his anesthetic fog he knows what it is all leading to, but somehow just can't accept it.
Thursday Afternoon: Joe -- Long Pig
Exahausted and still groggy, hungry and weak, Joe is roused from a hectic slumber and pulled from a cot inside a cage. Two men carry him, though he wiggles and squirms they lay him inside a frame-like contraption on some plastic sheeting.
He panics as his ankles and wrists are bound anew, making him almost spread eagle in the frame. As it is raised and turned so his ankles are up and his wrists are down, he tries to cry out "No!" but his voice fails him.
Naked and splayed he watches men crisscross before him, busily tending to tasks of seeming great importance.
One approaches, carrying a large green plastic basin, and then places it under his head. He stares down into the bottom of it, trying to escape somehow into the dingy green hue. He barely notices the gleam of light reflected off metal and there's a quick cutting sensation in his throat. A sudden warm wet rush of crimson, a coppery sent...blackout.
They watchwith reverence as the bright red life fluid rushes out of the pig. It gives off a funk they've all become very used to, in fact grown to love. As the flow slows to a trickle and finally a mere drip, the basin is removed and dumped into a nearby utility sink.
A deep cut is made at the groin, just below the pubic bush and a long gash is made straight down to the neck. Abdominal organs tumble out immediately, sopped in residual blood. They too are caught for disposal.
The rib cage pried open, all remaining organ are removed and sorted for retention or disposal.
One man can't help but gaze arousedly at the wide open dead man, hollowed out. It's beautiful.
The body is then skinned and butchered methodically, all cuts of meat duely prepared for the coming feast. All useless parts are incinerated, the head is cut off and placed in cold storage.
Friday Afternoon: Joe -- Dinner
They sit at an elegantly set dinner table, a dozen or so men of common appetites. The conversation is of business and pleasure and topics of mundane intrigue, the past the present and all things to come.
As they sip wine and nibble appetizers of crackers and savory pate, they get impatient for dinner.
The wait ends as the servers march out of the kitchen, the air becomes filled with the aroma of the most delicious sort. A centerpiece is unveiled. the clean severed head of their very feast gazes out at them. They dine on the unimaginably good meat and side dishes, savoring every bite because it's the kind of feast the only get but a few times a year, making it oh so special.
They eat beyond the point of satiation, no leftovers remain.
Saturday Afternoon: Joe -- The Missing Person
Barbara sits in her living room, paying bills as the news plays on the TV. A report of a missing man last seen at the local airport comes up and she glances at the screen and is startled to see that it is Joe, the man she made love to earlier that week.
The reported states the man was reported missing by his wife in Boston after not returning home from a business trip on Tuesday night. Local authorities have investigated and it's been determined that he missed a booked flight that afternoon.
As she marvels at how close she is to this situation the doorbell rings. She peeks through the peep-hole and sighs, then opens the door.
Two police officers come in and begin to question her as one of the last persons seen with the missing man. Uneasily she confesses to their adulterous activities and notes the last time she saw him in the parking garage.
One of the officers asks if he can use her bathroom and she points him to it.
He smiles as he closes the door and hears her going over her story once again for his partner, as they speak of how Joe has seemingly disappeared without a trace and she might very well be the last person who saw him. He mutters to himself, knowing they can't hear him, that between she and him and his partner, she is NOT the last one who's seen him.
He thinks back on his feast with his friends the day before as he drops his pants and sits down on the bowl.
"Oh yes, by tomorrow he'll be clean. By the way your ready for the other matter, correct?"
"Yes, sir. I'll give him some time to get under before I get to that, like always. Make's it all go easier."
They were right on him now. He saw a new guy, the owner of the new voice, a syringe in hand. Not again! The guy bends down toward him, he cranes his neck way defensively only to feel the needle plunge into one of his butt cheeks.
"Right.", the first man says in agreement with the last comment by the other.
For the next several hours he feels doped up and pain free again. Things get really strange. He is given copious amounts of water again, even forced some at times, and is taken to toilet to urinate several times but there is more. He is forced to endure an enema two separate times, making use of the toilet again and again. In his anesthetic fog he knows what it is all leading to, but somehow just can't accept it.
Thursday Afternoon: Joe -- Long Pig
Exahausted and still groggy, hungry and weak, Joe is roused from a hectic slumber and pulled from a cot inside a cage. Two men carry him, though he wiggles and squirms they lay him inside a frame-like contraption on some plastic sheeting.
He panics as his ankles and wrists are bound anew, making him almost spread eagle in the frame. As it is raised and turned so his ankles are up and his wrists are down, he tries to cry out "No!" but his voice fails him.
Naked and splayed he watches men crisscross before him, busily tending to tasks of seeming great importance.
One approaches, carrying a large green plastic basin, and then places it under his head. He stares down into the bottom of it, trying to escape somehow into the dingy green hue. He barely notices the gleam of light reflected off metal and there's a quick cutting sensation in his throat. A sudden warm wet rush of crimson, a coppery sent...blackout.
They watchwith reverence as the bright red life fluid rushes out of the pig. It gives off a funk they've all become very used to, in fact grown to love. As the flow slows to a trickle and finally a mere drip, the basin is removed and dumped into a nearby utility sink.
A deep cut is made at the groin, just below the pubic bush and a long gash is made straight down to the neck. Abdominal organs tumble out immediately, sopped in residual blood. They too are caught for disposal.
The rib cage pried open, all remaining organ are removed and sorted for retention or disposal.
One man can't help but gaze arousedly at the wide open dead man, hollowed out. It's beautiful.
The body is then skinned and butchered methodically, all cuts of meat duely prepared for the coming feast. All useless parts are incinerated, the head is cut off and placed in cold storage.
Friday Afternoon: Joe -- Dinner
They sit at an elegantly set dinner table, a dozen or so men of common appetites. The conversation is of business and pleasure and topics of mundane intrigue, the past the present and all things to come.
As they sip wine and nibble appetizers of crackers and savory pate, they get impatient for dinner.
The wait ends as the servers march out of the kitchen, the air becomes filled with the aroma of the most delicious sort. A centerpiece is unveiled. the clean severed head of their very feast gazes out at them. They dine on the unimaginably good meat and side dishes, savoring every bite because it's the kind of feast the only get but a few times a year, making it oh so special.
They eat beyond the point of satiation, no leftovers remain.
Saturday Afternoon: Joe -- The Missing Person
Barbara sits in her living room, paying bills as the news plays on the TV. A report of a missing man last seen at the local airport comes up and she glances at the screen and is startled to see that it is Joe, the man she made love to earlier that week.
The reported states the man was reported missing by his wife in Boston after not returning home from a business trip on Tuesday night. Local authorities have investigated and it's been determined that he missed a booked flight that afternoon.
As she marvels at how close she is to this situation the doorbell rings. She peeks through the peep-hole and sighs, then opens the door.
Two police officers come in and begin to question her as one of the last persons seen with the missing man. Uneasily she confesses to their adulterous activities and notes the last time she saw him in the parking garage.
One of the officers asks if he can use her bathroom and she points him to it.
He smiles as he closes the door and hears her going over her story once again for his partner, as they speak of how Joe has seemingly disappeared without a trace and she might very well be the last person who saw him. He mutters to himself, knowing they can't hear him, that between she and him and his partner, she is NOT the last one who's seen him.
He thinks back on his feast with his friends the day before as he drops his pants and sits down on the bowl.
