HumpDay Quickie #107

Posted: May 18, 2016 in Hump-Day Quickies
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Heads, Shoulders, Knees and Toes

by Steph Ellis

“Evening, Anson. Working you late tonight are they?”

“Yeah,” said Anson, thinking of Kim and Tommy, both home and waiting for him. “You know how it is.”

The guard nodded sympathetically, let him into the silently waiting warehouse. Anson crossed the vast empty space. If he was quick he’d be back in time to read Tommy’s bedtime story.

We’re going on a bear hunt, he chanted softly to himself. He’d read it so many times he knew it off by heart.

A plastic curtain cordoned off his workspace. No glamorous office for Anson but his boss was a great believer in keeping his workers happy and so the lights glowed purple tonight. Anson had once mentioned how relaxing he found the colour.

His phone buzzed. Kim reminding him to pick up Tommy’s bike. He would be three on Sunday.
Anson parted the curtain and stepped through. The prisoner’s wrists were raw from his struggles but now he sat mute and hopeless, his defeated gaze fixed on somewhere beyond Anson.

Birthday cake, thought Anson as he moved the prisoner over to the chains. Chocolate.

He stripped the still silent prisoner and pulled the chains tight rendering the unfortunate man immobile.

His phone buzzed again. Could he pick up some pork for dinner? She was going to cook his favourite Mexican dish,cochinita pibil. His mouth watered at the thought.

Anson opened his toolkit and picked out his favourite small knife. In one swift action, he cut the man’s throat. Skin flayed from a living victim had a better quality than that taken from the dead but there was no time for that tonight.

Head, shoulders, knees and toes.

He started with the face, peeling the skin away carefully.

And eyes and ears and mouth and nose …

Blood trickled down the man’s chest. A nice Rioja would go well with dinner.

At last he’d finished.

He tossed a package into his holdall – it would save a trip to the butcher’s at least – and turned out the lights.

“’Night, Anson,” said the guard, locking up after him. “Have a good weekend.”

Anson smiled. It had already got off to a great start.

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