Post by Deleted on Oct 26, 2015 9:28:14 GMT -5
PART I: I've done this shit before!
"I wonder from time to time where Ma and Pa went so, so, wrong. I ain't normal at'all and it proves it right here."
The woman was crying fighting with her bonds as she looked at the man standing beside her and wearing a goofy grin. Kelly Stone hadn't been doing this type of thing long, in fact this was only his second victim within the last two years. Before it was Polly Anders a hiker from Virginia that got lost and her only savior at the time was Kelly Lee Stone. At least she had thought so. Before Polly it was animals like dogs and cats or the stray fawn lost from its mother bleeting for help. Of course before the animals he had tried buring his neighbors house and then his parents.
Grandpa had built him his own shed a mile off into the woods three years ago, told him unless he was heling work the land or work in general this was his own home to do whatever. Now here he was with Doris Grover, the colored lady from chruch. She'd been walking home last week after her father had failed to pick her up (probably drunk, that's what grandpa said, blacks is only good fer druggin and drankin), so Kelly on his way back from the feed store offered her a ride.
She was 17 still in high school and a very beautiful girl. Doris was sweet and had treated Kelly like a person more than anyone ever had. Kelly rubbed her cheek, "Don't cry Doris, please is grandpa hears it he'll be mighty mad at me," he leaned down to kiss her but she recoiled screaming into her gag, "You'll be going home soon enough darlin. Kelly going to make right sure of that."
Kelly sat down grabbing a sharp fork and evem sharper knife, "Oh I almost forgot that blessin! Can't eat without a blessin darlin!"
He sat the utensils down and began to pray. After about twenty minutes he lifts his head and grabbed the utensils again looking her up and down, "You might have to excuse me baby love Ol'Kelly ain't never done nothin like this and I ain't quiet sure where I should cut first."
It was a hour later before Kelly sunk the knifw into her dark thigh. She screamed and withered in pain as Kelly cut whistling a hymn. He held up the fork looking at the blood raw meat, "Not my best cut! Course you not layin still darlin tends to make the cuttin harder."
He takes the time to put in latex gloves then he salts and peppers the meat before tossing it into a frying pan.
*SIZZLE*
It starts to burn as soon as it hits the hot pan and butter. Doris is passed out from the pain as Kelly cooks up the meat, before to long he sits down beside her again just as she is waking up and with a grin he takes big bite out of the cooked human meat.
"That is the best tastin stuff darlin! Hungry?!"
"I wonder from time to time where Ma and Pa went so, so, wrong. I ain't normal at'all and it proves it right here."
The woman was crying fighting with her bonds as she looked at the man standing beside her and wearing a goofy grin. Kelly Stone hadn't been doing this type of thing long, in fact this was only his second victim within the last two years. Before it was Polly Anders a hiker from Virginia that got lost and her only savior at the time was Kelly Lee Stone. At least she had thought so. Before Polly it was animals like dogs and cats or the stray fawn lost from its mother bleeting for help. Of course before the animals he had tried buring his neighbors house and then his parents.
Grandpa had built him his own shed a mile off into the woods three years ago, told him unless he was heling work the land or work in general this was his own home to do whatever. Now here he was with Doris Grover, the colored lady from chruch. She'd been walking home last week after her father had failed to pick her up (probably drunk, that's what grandpa said, blacks is only good fer druggin and drankin), so Kelly on his way back from the feed store offered her a ride.
She was 17 still in high school and a very beautiful girl. Doris was sweet and had treated Kelly like a person more than anyone ever had. Kelly rubbed her cheek, "Don't cry Doris, please is grandpa hears it he'll be mighty mad at me," he leaned down to kiss her but she recoiled screaming into her gag, "You'll be going home soon enough darlin. Kelly going to make right sure of that."
Kelly sat down grabbing a sharp fork and evem sharper knife, "Oh I almost forgot that blessin! Can't eat without a blessin darlin!"
He sat the utensils down and began to pray. After about twenty minutes he lifts his head and grabbed the utensils again looking her up and down, "You might have to excuse me baby love Ol'Kelly ain't never done nothin like this and I ain't quiet sure where I should cut first."
It was a hour later before Kelly sunk the knifw into her dark thigh. She screamed and withered in pain as Kelly cut whistling a hymn. He held up the fork looking at the blood raw meat, "Not my best cut! Course you not layin still darlin tends to make the cuttin harder."
He takes the time to put in latex gloves then he salts and peppers the meat before tossing it into a frying pan.
*SIZZLE*
It starts to burn as soon as it hits the hot pan and butter. Doris is passed out from the pain as Kelly cooks up the meat, before to long he sits down beside her again just as she is waking up and with a grin he takes big bite out of the cooked human meat.
"That is the best tastin stuff darlin! Hungry?!"