Page 121 of Sinners' Appetite
I need him awake for the next part, but I feel like it’s going to take a little effort this time to bring him back around.
Reaching down to the floor, I grab his severed penis and lift his head, opening his mouth with my fingers before placing the bloodied chunk of meat between his lips. The very second it hits the back of his throat, he wakes up and starts to choke.
“Doesn’t feel so good, does it, Paul?” I chuckle, holding my hand flat over his mouth to make sure he doesn’t manage to push anything out.
Not even a minute later, he stops gagging and his body goes limp. I place two fingers against his neck to feel for a pulse and smile to myself when I don’t feel one.
“Good fucking riddance…” I whisper, kicking the chair so he goes flying backwards onto the floor.
Jeremy appears in the doorway again, covering his mouth with his hand. His eyes widen as he focuses in on Paul. “Gross. I can’t believe you actually did that,” he says, nearly gagging.
“You’d be surprised by what I’m capable of.” I laugh, grabbing the jar off the floor.
“So, what do we do about the girl?” he asks.
“We’ll take her to the hospital. They’ll have questions, but we’ll tell them that we found her somewhere.”
He nods and we walk toward the room where she’s still huddled up in the corner.
“You’re safe now. We’re going to get you some help. We just need you to keep quiet about everything.”
She raises her head, focusing on my face long enough to make me feel uncomfortable. Finally, she opens her mouth to speak.
“Where are you going to take me?” she asks with tears streaming down her face.
“I think you should see a doctor—what’s your name, Miss?”
“Natalie,” she whimpers.
“That’s such a pretty name,” I say. “I’m sorry about all of this.”
“Please don’t take me to the hospital. I barely have a cent to my name.”
“Where do you want us to take you?”
She lets out a heavy sigh. “My house. I live there with my parents.”
“How old are you, Natalie?” I ask.
“Eighteen.”
I hear Jeremy let out a laborious groan behind us. “For fuck’s sake. She’s just a baby.”
“We should get going. Can you walk?” I ask her.
“I can walk,” she quietly replies as I reach my hand out to her.
Once she’s up, we guide her out of the room, positioning ourselves so that she can’t see the gory scene in the living room. Before long, we’re back at my car and she gives us directions to her house.
When we pull into her driveway, she thanks us and hops out, waving us off as we back up and take off down the street.
“What business do they have with these young girls?” Jeremy asks, his facial expression displaying his disgust.
“They’re easier to groom, Jer.”
He just shakes his head, looking out the window. “That’s fucking sick.”
Once we make it back to the motel, we settle in for the night after we each hop through the shower to wash off any evidence, planning to make it back to the girls early in the morning.
