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THE CHEF
Happy thanksgiving lovely readers. Today was themed. I hope you enjoy the creativity and effort I put into this one. But first, I will share with you an interesting dream I had.
There was a lot of screaming in the background but besides that there was no noise. There was blackness all around me and I was spinning around in a circle. In a small circle around me were all of the people I've killed so far, mostly in the state they were when I last saw them. I began to spin faster and faster until they were all a blur of reds and pinks and yellows. I suddenly stopped and looked down a long, dark corridor with only one light at the very end. The silhouette of a tall man was slightly visible in the dim light. I quickly looked down and saw a man in a tub burnt to perfection. This is, in fact, where I got my inspiration for tonight's work. This is the story of the man with the leftovers.
I cruised slowly down the street in my car, waiting to spot a lone person on their way home from a party. After about 15 minutes, I found the man. He was carrying a rectangular tupperware container that had in it what looked like stuffing. I stopped my car slowly behind him, making sure nobody was around besides us, then got out of my car and hit him over the head with a bat in one fluid motion. I caught him just before he hit the ground and carried him hurriedly to the trunk, opened it, then dropped him in. I made sure to restrain him and put duct tape over his mouth before closing the trunk. It took a bit for me to drive back home, so when I opened the trunk he was already beginning to wake up. I carried him inside before he could start struggling and kicking and dropped him right in my bath tub. I quickly prepared everything and made my way back to the bathroom. By the way, "everything" includes my knife, a whole box of matches, a full gasoline can, and a homemade ball gag made with razor wire and an apple. I ripped the duct tape off of his mouth, stuffed it with stuffing until he choked, and put on the ball gag, tightening it until it went through the skin. I then got my knife and ripped off the mans shirt, and then I wrote something to remind myself what I am thankful for. Here is what I wrote:
"I AM THANKFUL FOR MY KNIFE
I AM THANKFUL FOR LIFE
NOT MINE OF COURSE, BUT ALL THE OTHERS.
I AM ALSO THANKFUL FOR THE LACK THEREOF
I'M THANKFUL FOR MY COMPUTER
I'M THANKFUL FOR ALL I HAVE
HOWEVER LITTLE IT MAY BE"
The whole time I wrote this he was doing the usual scream, scream, scream, and I was enjoying every minute of it. If he thought this was bad he would not do too well later on. I finished my carving and took straight to his feet. Sawing through flesh and bone is not only difficult but also time consuming. Part way through the ankle, I decided it would take much too long to cut off the entire foot, so I left it part way cut and him screaming for mercy through soggy croutons. I looked up at his face and the blood streaming down his face had been replaced by tears.I figured that he must not have a very good diet if his blood clotted that fast. I made two long, fresh cuts just below where the ball gag was. The blood once again overtook the tears. I now decided preparation was complete and it was time to baste and roast the turkey. I drenched him in gasoline from the full can i mentioned before. In quick succession, I lit and dropped 5 matches on him in different places. He tried to scream but the stuffing all but choked him to death. I quickly went to my kitchen and fetched my oversized marshmallows. I stuck one on the end of my knife and enjoyed roasted marshmallows until I stopped hearing muffled screams. I then turned the faucet on and let the fire be doused.
He's still there in my bathtub. I'll dispose of the body later, probably around midnight. See you tomorrow, fuckers.
DT
There was a lot of screaming in the background but besides that there was no noise. There was blackness all around me and I was spinning around in a circle. In a small circle around me were all of the people I've killed so far, mostly in the state they were when I last saw them. I began to spin faster and faster until they were all a blur of reds and pinks and yellows. I suddenly stopped and looked down a long, dark corridor with only one light at the very end. The silhouette of a tall man was slightly visible in the dim light. I quickly looked down and saw a man in a tub burnt to perfection. This is, in fact, where I got my inspiration for tonight's work. This is the story of the man with the leftovers.
I cruised slowly down the street in my car, waiting to spot a lone person on their way home from a party. After about 15 minutes, I found the man. He was carrying a rectangular tupperware container that had in it what looked like stuffing. I stopped my car slowly behind him, making sure nobody was around besides us, then got out of my car and hit him over the head with a bat in one fluid motion. I caught him just before he hit the ground and carried him hurriedly to the trunk, opened it, then dropped him in. I made sure to restrain him and put duct tape over his mouth before closing the trunk. It took a bit for me to drive back home, so when I opened the trunk he was already beginning to wake up. I carried him inside before he could start struggling and kicking and dropped him right in my bath tub. I quickly prepared everything and made my way back to the bathroom. By the way, "everything" includes my knife, a whole box of matches, a full gasoline can, and a homemade ball gag made with razor wire and an apple. I ripped the duct tape off of his mouth, stuffed it with stuffing until he choked, and put on the ball gag, tightening it until it went through the skin. I then got my knife and ripped off the mans shirt, and then I wrote something to remind myself what I am thankful for. Here is what I wrote:
"I AM THANKFUL FOR MY KNIFE
I AM THANKFUL FOR LIFE
NOT MINE OF COURSE, BUT ALL THE OTHERS.
I AM ALSO THANKFUL FOR THE LACK THEREOF
I'M THANKFUL FOR MY COMPUTER
I'M THANKFUL FOR ALL I HAVE
HOWEVER LITTLE IT MAY BE"
The whole time I wrote this he was doing the usual scream, scream, scream, and I was enjoying every minute of it. If he thought this was bad he would not do too well later on. I finished my carving and took straight to his feet. Sawing through flesh and bone is not only difficult but also time consuming. Part way through the ankle, I decided it would take much too long to cut off the entire foot, so I left it part way cut and him screaming for mercy through soggy croutons. I looked up at his face and the blood streaming down his face had been replaced by tears.I figured that he must not have a very good diet if his blood clotted that fast. I made two long, fresh cuts just below where the ball gag was. The blood once again overtook the tears. I now decided preparation was complete and it was time to baste and roast the turkey. I drenched him in gasoline from the full can i mentioned before. In quick succession, I lit and dropped 5 matches on him in different places. He tried to scream but the stuffing all but choked him to death. I quickly went to my kitchen and fetched my oversized marshmallows. I stuck one on the end of my knife and enjoyed roasted marshmallows until I stopped hearing muffled screams. I then turned the faucet on and let the fire be doused.
He's still there in my bathtub. I'll dispose of the body later, probably around midnight. See you tomorrow, fuckers.
DT
I cannot wait to see what you do tonight...
ReplyDeleteThanks for being the first of you pervs to show yourself. Nice job with the Cross Country.
DeleteThanks. And I'm sorry about your job.
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