Page 93 of Savage Keepsakes

I turn toward her, and she flinches and shrinks away. I shake my head and kick Chastity’s arm. Her face has turned a sickly shade of grey. Maggots crawl out of her eyes.

Fuck.

“Was she not eating?” I think out loud.

With a tight grip on her ankle, I drag her through the gritty mixture of dirt and straw. Creaking from behind me makes me drop her before holding out the knife. I shoot a piercing glare at Nikki, and she scurries back to her spot.

I grasp the dead body again and haul her out of the stall. Using my knife, I flick the maggots at the women.

“Kill us. This is fucking hell.” Leah tries to spit at me, but the thick spittle sticks to her lip.

I spin around to look at her. Her colourful hair looks awfully dull and is caked with dirt.

“Just wait your turn. It’s coming.”

I head toward the back door, the sight of Monica decomposing in the wheelbarrow catching my attention before I dump the body down.

“Man, you only had to eat and things would’ve been better for you,” I tell her. I strip off her clothes and use a hose to wash away the grime before leading her to the table in the killing room.

“Fuck you, asshole. How dare you think you can make us eat people!” Leah screams from the stall.

I huff a breath out of my mouth, doing my best to not smell. I open up every door, needing the scent to leave, and then go out back as I start the fires.

The heatwave we’ve been experiencing hasn’t done any good to these girls.

I walk back through the hallway and stop. “Were you not letting her drink?” I jerk my thumb over my shoulder.

“Why would we tell you anything?” Nikki spits at me, which is fair.

“Well, I have the option to end it all now, or I can choose to keep you for another couple of weeks. Chastity’s organs probably taste like shit, though.”

“She wouldn’t eat or drink,” Cotton-candy whore offers, but doesn’t look up.

Nikki glares at her. “You cunt, that’s not true. When the water came in, you stole hers and tried to take mine. Greedy fucking whore.”

I raise my eyebrows. Honestly, the fire within Nikki this far in is impressive.

“I have a fucking career to go back to. You’re nothing but filth,” Leah spits at her.

“Christ, who knew you were such a fucking cunt?” I say and click my tongue.

Waltzing away from them, I place my favourite CD and turn the dial, and Leah starts talking.

“I know who you are,” she hisses.

“Everyone knows who I am. The Keepsake Killer.” I groove to the music and put a finger against the lips of my mask.

“No, you’re that fucking bitch’s boyfriend.”

I grit my teeth, but don’t turn around. I won’t entertain her bullshit as much as I want to cut out her tongue. If I don’t react, it’s possible that she’ll think she’s wrong. I sound like every other blank word document man out there.

The body’s skin is grey, and there is no way I can use it. Her carcass lies on the table, filling the air with the stench of death, as bloody foam leaks from her nose and runs down over her mouth. The bloating has made everything too fucked to work with. I settle on exploring her body cavity.

Lucy will have to write a book about making someone a human puppet. I feel like it could beeffective, and think about it for a minute to terrorize the women in the stall, but decide the smell will infiltrate my skin and never leave my brain like a phantom.

Moving quickly but efficiently, I spend the next hour cutting her into pieces. Outside, the fire burns white and I add a little more stump remover.

Most of the two girls have gone, and with a quick motion of my hand the one’s head lands in the pit.

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