His head pounded. Rope circled his wrists. Another entwined his ankles and snaked over the rafter. The hair on his head brushed against the floor as his body swayed in the humid air. How he ended up in this situation, he couldn't remember.
Last night, some of the volunteers decided to head to the local bar for a drink. They needed a break. After a few hours, they all decided to leave. But not Josh, he needed to unwind further. Plus he wanted to fuck the lady at the end of the bar. He had been flirting with her all night and despite the language barrier, he didn't think she was prostitute.
He failed. Eventually the bartender, who spoke English, yelled at him to get out. Then he forced Josh out the door.
He stumbled down the street, trying to remember the way back to the volunteer's camp. Why in the hell did he leave Chicago to travel half way across the globe and help Tsunami victims? Two and half more months of this shit remained. Josh knew exactly the reason why he signed up. Brenda. The woman he loved and asked to marry. The woman broke off their five year relationship after he proposed. He couldn't handle the rejection or the splitting of items in the apartment or their mutual friends having to make a choice between them. The situation weighed him down until he almost broke mentally. A temporary leave of absence was desperately needed. So he rented a storage unit for what little stuff he owned and came here on the spur of the moment.
The past month flew in his mind as he staggered down a darkened side street to piss.The final thing he remembered was a rather large Filipino men walking towards him. Then nothing.
Now he found himself strung up. Naked. A gag placed in his mouth. The situation seemed bleak, but he remained calm. Surely somebody at the camp would realize he was missing and start asking questions. This village wasn’t very large and he was one of the few Americans here. Certainly he would be found.
Two men powered into the building; an old man and a much larger, younger man who was possibly the same guy from the previous night. They talked in their native tongue which Josh didn’t understand. The old man looked at him. A wicked smile crept across his face.
A feeling of dread instantly filled him.
The old man scurried over, grinning wide. He sniffed at the white flesh. His callus fingers poked the ribs. He gripped the penis and inspected it. His hands rubbed over the white man's thighs and pinched the ass. He then flicked at the skull and listened, like a person might do to find a ripe coconut. The old man was excited by the specimen. He giggled with glee. The language spouted back and forth between the two men.
Josh knew the men were bartering over him. An escape needed to be planned. He looked around the room. Knives and machetes hung on the wall. Blood stained the wood floor.
The men stopped haggling. The large man walked over. He pulled the ropes and hoisted Josh up in the air another foot. A large basket was slide beneath him.
The man walked back over the wall of knives. He made a choice and came back over to Josh.
The blade cut a chunk from Josh’s ass. Screams tried to leave his mouth but the gag blocked all sounds. Blood ran from the wound and trickled down his body's frame. He watched in horror as the large man handed the piece of flesh to the old man, who stuffed it in his mouth.
Pure ecstasy poured in the old man's soul as he chewed. The flesh empowered him. The white man always tasted much different than his type of people. They were well feed. Their meat became marbled with fatty cells. It was delicious. He shouted at the large man, who nodded back.
Josh struggled to break out the ropes. The attempt was meaningless. Why him? He was a decent guy. He did not deserve to be murdered and then eaten. He would wind up as a missing person.
The large man came towards him with the machete in hand. It was time to finish the transaction.
The old man danced with joy and sat down for a front row view of the execution. His lips stained red.
The blade sliced across Josh's neck. The blood ran red and warm over his eyes. The bucket began to fill. Josh hoped Brenda would feel guilty about his disappearance. Maybe she would even to something drastic like come to the Philippines to try and find him. The happy thought remained as he started to slip away.
Fading.
Fading.
Gone.
Copyright 2009
by Sean Kimmel
For more go to http://www.seankimmel.com/
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