Free Succulent Prey by Wrath James White Page A

of a
    gang member named Big Monk, that her
    life story would be a tragedy.
    Fuck that! I don't deserve this! I don't deserve to die like this! She tried to
    struggle free of her bonds but the straps did not yield. Her eyes shot daggers at her captor as he wiped her blood from
    his lips. He turned away from her
    enraged stare with a look of shame and
    stood up from the bed.
    "Fuck you! You should be ashamed.
    Now let me go! Let me go!" she
    screamed at his back, but once again
    the bal gag smothered her words.
    She watched as Joe staggered out of
    the bedroom, and she was afraid that he would leave her there alone. As much as she feared the things he might do to her, being left chained up in this dark
    apartment terrified her even more. She
    tried to scream for him to come back but her strained cries just barely squeaked out around the rubber bal shoved firmly between her teeth.

Chapter Ten
    Joe walked out of the bedroom in a
    daze. He plopped down on the couch
    and stared at the ancient black-andwhite television as if awaiting revelation, but he'd received his revelation back
    there in the bedroom. The disease was
    progressing. He'd now mutilated a
    woman. More than that, he'd eaten some
    of her flesh and ejaculated while doing it. He had crossed the line. A deep
    depression settled over him as he
    considered himself, who he was, and
    who and what he was becoming. The
    possibility of kil ing was now more than just a sweaty fantasy haunting his wet
    dreams. It was very real and very
    imminent. He had to figure out what to
    do with her now.
    There was no way Joe could release her
    after mutilating her breasts; not without going to jail. He would face charges of kidnapping, rape, assault, and of course cannibalism. He'd spend a minimum of
    twenty years behind bars unless he got
    an early parole for good behavior or
    pleaded insanity. He considered
    checking himself in to an insane asylum. He could go right to the hospital and tel them about the girl chained up in the
    apartment, about how he'd chewed off
    her nipples and would probably eat the
    rest of her if nobody stopped him. He'd tel them about how he couldn't look at anyone without wondering how their flesh would taste, which appendages would
    be the most tender, which organs would
    melt on his tongue like an extravagant
    confection.
    Perhaps they would give him a nice
    padded cel , drug him, and give him
    group therapy sessions with other
    cannibals and murderers. Maybe they
    would give him private sessions with a
    psychiatrist who would listen to tales
    about his childhood. About how he'd
    creep down the hal at night to watch his mother and father fuck through the
    keyhole in the door. How his father would strangle her until her face turned blue just before he came, growling like a wolf.
    How he'd once seen his father cut a
    stray dog to pieces or how he'd been
    kidnapped and molested by a young
    child kil er when he was eight. Maybe
    they would cure him. Maybe they would
    give him shock treatments or chemical
    castration or a lobotomy. Maybe they
    would declare him legal y sane and he
    would go to prison after al and get
    raped or murdered himself by some big
    angry convicts.
    Joe shuddered. He did not want to risk
    turning himself in. He did not relish the prospect of ending his days wrapped in
    a straitjacket and locked in a padded
    room, drooling on himself in a near
    catatonic stupor from a cocktail of
    antipsychotics. Besides that, he didn't want to release Alicia. He wanted to
    taste more of her succulent flesh.
    Joe curled up on the couch and tried to ignore the whimpering cries coming
    from the next room. He didn't know what he would do with her, but whatever it
    was, it wouldn't be tonight. It was already nearly sunrise and he had a class at
    10:00 A.M. That left him barely four hours of sleep. He didn't want to be late for class. Joe was convinced that
    somewhere there was a cure for his
    il ness and that with the help of the
    professor he would find it. First