Tuesday, July 5, 19..
Man, oh man. That was something else. That was crazy. But now everything and from the beginning.
So I went into the cell where the two were lying bound on their cot. I immediately got a strong whiff of urine. The two had peed themselves. Understandable considering their situation and the fact that I had left them lying in their cell all day.
They immediately started yelling at me. What was going on, that I’d kidnapped them and I’d better let them go. They wouldn’t go to the police, and the evening or night before had been great. Hadn’t I had fun too, and why had I picked them to kidnap and blah, blah, blah. I listened, smiling, to the whole thing for a while and then said simply “There’s a simple explanation. I’m going to eat you!”
They immediately shut up and stared wide-eyed, unbelievingly at me.
“You’re nuts!” was the first reaction, but apparently they saw from my expression that I wasn’t kidding. So we now entered the phase of their pleading and begging for their insignificant little lives. But they quickly recognized that I was completely deaf to such pleas. Especially when I grabbed Lisa and pulled her from the cell.
Of course she tried hard to ward me off, cried, wailed, and yelled, but since she was bound hand and foot, every attempt at resistance was futile. I dragged her into my small slaughter chamber—so I call it—because it’s completely tiled and furnished with everything needful for slaughtering a prey animal.