A Serenade For The Innocent 138 Use Whoever You Want!

"You can use whoever you want!" Christopher said with a chuckle as he pointed his hands towards the secret pa.s.sage on the center of the walls. "The livestock on the left is mine since I'm on the left table. That means the right one is yours, of course." Christopher continued as he continued to sharpen his knives.

"Wh-what are you talking about!?" Francis then balled his fist as he cried those words out towards the still smiling Christopher. "Are you asking us to f.u.c.king murder one of the people here?"

"Oh, don't worry about it! They've already forgotten who they are or why they're here! In fact, they've been so dirtied by all the s.h.i.+t all over their bodies that they pretty much can't recognize each other anymore!" Christopher then laughed heartily, followed by the m.u.f.fled chuckle of the policeman. Meanwhile, the people trapped on the walls of the room continued to wail even louder upon hearing what Christopher had just said. "So, just pick anything, okay?" Christopher said while looking at the policeman with a sharp gaze.

"Sure. I just hope I'll get someone who's not that feisty!" The policeman replied as he readies the veggies that he will use on his dish.

"You..." Francis said while pointing at the policeman. His eyes started to shake as his gaze alternated between the two cooks. "You two are insane!" The salesman then shook his head while trying his hardest to contain the disgust seeping from within him as his voice started to tremble. "YOU DISGUST ME!"

Kirstel simply looked at Francis with a panicked voice. "W-we don't really have a choice, Francis! We have to do this!"

Francis then slowly moved his gaze towards Kirstel, who's now gently wrapping her hands on his fat hands. "Are you siding with these sick f.u.c.ks just because you wanna ride on that policeman's d.i.c.k!?"

"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!?" The nurse then pulled her hands away from the salesman as a scowl crept upon her face. "I'm just telling the truth! Would you rather stay here forever, huh? HUH!? It's not like this is the first time we've killed someone!"

"I... I'm just..." Francis uttered while shadows of regret began to cover his sweaty face. "I'm just saying that maybe the policeman is unwilling to kill someone, you know?" The salesman quickly changed his narrative and pointed his excuse towards the nonchalant-looking policeman.

"I don't mind." The policeman responded to the salesman's words without even batting an eyelid.

"Wh-what?" The salesman said as I saw his despair slowly contorting the wrinkles on his face, further turning his now stressed face into something far more twisted than ever. "What are you saying, man?"

"I'm saying, I don't mind killing for the challenge. So, can we move on already?" The policeman then shrugged with tightened lips and tilted his head.

"I agree. We've wasted enough time." Christopher said as he placed his now perfectly sharpened knives on his wooden and circular chopping board.

"Just let them do it, Francis," Kirstel said as she reluctantly placed her hands on Francis's trembling shoulders.

"I just can't believe we would willingly kill someone again just like what we did to Keizer." He said with a sigh as tears started to well upon his eyes.

"But we didn't kill him, Francis." The nurse consoled while gently ma.s.saging the salesman's shoulder.

"YES, WE DID!" He screamed louder than he expected. He then gasped upon sensing the sudden outburst of his voice. "Yes, we did... We killed him. You can fool yourself all you want that we didn't kill him, but we did! That's our decision, and that f.u.c.king monster just served as our weapon! We f.u.c.king killed that man, Kirstel! And now we're doing it again! Are you seriously asking me to say that I'm magically okay with murder when I'm here exactly because I'm f.u.c.king fed up with all the killing in that stupid f.u.c.king cult!? Heck, even when I willingly murdered my wife, I still f.u.c.king felt REMORE! Unlike you and these f.u.c.king psychos!" Francis burst, making me see the very instance his mind broke. He started to bury his face deep into his sweaty palms while his back started to shake uncontrollably.

"It's necessary, Francis..." Kirstel replied with a sigh.

"THEY'RE GOING TO COOK THEM, KIRSTEL! How is that necessary!?" He said as his distorted expression showed a mixture of both anger and disgust, which further accentuated just how fed up Francis is with this whole dungeon fiasco. He does not at all wish to see another corpse in the body count that he will put in his resume to h.e.l.l. He then started to sob as I saw his spit drooping from out of his mouth as he repeated, "... how is that necessary...?"

"It's fiiiine!" The policeman said with a chuckle as he began to move on his station by chopping a few veggies. I can't quite see it, though, because his body is covering the view to his station. He then chuckled as he suddenly stopped his swift chopping motion with his hands outstretched to his side. "The reason why you're still feeling whatever it is that you're feeling at the moment is that you still retain your humanity."

"You're still human, you know?" Francis said with a defeated sigh and a lifeless gaze.

"Not anymore, I'm not! I've changed, you see? I FEEL INVIGORATED! I FEEL SO MUCH BETTER NOW!" The policeman then cackled, which sounded like his voice is an endless string of barb wires that continuously scratches the back of his throat. "Ever since that monster puked in my mouth and forced me to swallow his seed, I started to understand everything in the universe! It gave me all the wisdom I need to become a better person! It turned me into a transcended being that doesn't need puny human imperfections like feelings and emotions! I do not at all need whatever it is that you're giving me right now! I turned into something greater than a man... like a G.o.d! I am G.o.d! I saw it all, and now I don't need anything else this world could ever offer! I am the past, the present, and the future all at the same time, and now... murder is nothing but just another information to my brain, and I absolutely feel nothing from it! Why must I feel remorse for what I'm about to do when I am already way above that? I am better, and I am worse! That's really all there is to it!"

"Well said," Christopher said as he started to boil something on his cauldron. I don't even know where he got the water to do that. "I'm sure our judge is waiting so intently for what we're about to cook." Christopher gave off a subdued laugh as he covered his lips with his hands.

"You're right." The policeman uttered back with the same m.u.f.fled laughter.

Just then, both Christopher and the policeman moved towards the secret pa.s.sage on the wall.

"Do I have to take the whole body?" The policeman said as he opened the door that contains the rat people that once crowded this room. When he did so, I saw what seemed like a mess of flesh, blood, and bones forced to be crammed in the walls. It appeared that some of the people are still breathing and can speak, but it's clear that they would soon die anyway now that they've all been turned into a mushy mixture of different people and things.

Christopher then looked back at the policeman with a relaxed smile. "Nah. You can just slice off the meat you'll need."

"Cool." After saying so, the policeman then pierced his knife towards a dangling thigh inside of him and slashed the blade downward, butchering the 'meat' before him like it's n.o.body's business.

Whoever owned that thigh then let out a loud gurgling cry that didn't last long. Only a few whispers can be heard on the wall before the sound ceased altogether. The policeman then placed a patch of muscle that he had cut-off from the rat person's leg and began cleaning it with the faucet at the bottom of the table. Ah, so that's where they got their water.

The policeman then rushed towards the still open secret pa.s.sage on the wall and started scooping some innards and a kidney from the pile of flesh inside of the wall. Some of flesh and blood inside of the makes.h.i.+ft container on the other side of the wall then started to fall out of the open pa.s.sageway, almost flooding the whole area with mushy flesh. Seeing this, the salesman took a step back before shrieking, almost puking at the sight of innards falling out of the wall.

The policeman then returned to his station while Christopher was still expertly choosing which meat to use.

"You must be so excited right now, eh, father?" The policeman said as he washed all the blood, s.h.i.+t, and dirt away from the piece of meat he had taken.

"Hmm? Why should I be?" Well, I am excited, but was I smiling too d.a.m.n broadly that this sick f.u.c.k saw me doing it?"

"Oh, well, because you're the judge, of course!" The policeman said with a playful chuckle. "You must be so happy to receive your first meal in a while, eh?"

...

Huh?

I AM GOING TO EAT THEIR HANNIBAL LECTER s.h.i.+T!?