Musée du Ben

Reader discretion advised: The following story has disturbing images, violence, nudity, and strong sexual content. It may not be suitable for some readers.

Death Wish

The cold air was breezing through the window curtain. T’was the time of the year when trees and buildings were covered with bright lights and snow. The entire city roads were buzzing with horns as Christmas eve was a couple of days away. The streets were filled with carol songs and kids crying over chocolates except for Parker street near the downtown area. The air’s chillness is sufficient to preserve a dead body for years. The apartment homes on this street were abandoned and only drug dealers and prostitutes walked the land.

He turned on the lights in the kitchen and placed a huge meat portion on the slab. The meat looked unusual with warm blood gushing out. The chef in him was waiting to prepare a feast for the holy day. His mobile phone rang and he lifted his call. ”Hey darling ! 7’0 clock, be there at my house” said a sweet lady voice on the dial.

“Hmm…. I’ll be there, honeycakes” he mumbled with a piece of raw meat in his mouth.

There was nothing gross about this guy, in fact gross stuff makes him feel alive. He chewed a piece out of his mouth and held it in his hands, it looked like an eye. It didn’t look like any animal other than the apex species on Earth. It was a human’s eye. He grinned and threw that in the dustbin and started chopping the flesh with an axe. He somehow knew it was going to be a savoury

The Lone Prostitute

A few days ago, she was standing on the pavement with a cigar between her fingers. The silky purple fabric which covered her was glowing even during the dull evening. She moved forward and looked far to the road. Men who passed by her couldn’t help but notice her jiggling breasts and her lips coloured dark red like blood. A limousine pulled over and picked her up. “You look sexy Patricia ! Buenos Tiempos!” The rich man with black shades invited her near his seat. An hour later, Patricia was dropped at the same place. She stood over the pavement and gave herself a makeover for the next client.

A decent looking man was glaring at her across the road. She had noticed this man staring at her for a couple of days. He felt shy to approach and strike up a conversation. Sweat was raining from his head as he was really nervous, The aura of beauty and fragrance of lavender filled in the air. Every other prostitute were off with their client except her. Patricia decided to leave the pavement as it is getting late. The man walked past the road and started following her. Patricia has seen a lot of creeps in her life, but somewhere she felt this man following her didn’t tell her this was some usual stalker she’s dealing with. She slowed down and walked towards the man. Noticing Patricia walking towards her, he felt quite uneasy and tried to call a taxi.

“Hey ! You don’t seem familiar, What do you want?” She asked.

‘Busted’ he thought. Took him a minute to wet his throat and he started speaking.

“Well, it wasn’t my intention to make you uncomfortable, but I don’t think I’ll find words when my eyes meet yours. When the words fail, eyes talk. My name is Mike. It’s been a while since I blurted out something but here it goes. How about a movie this Saturday?” he said

Patricia had never heard any men talk like this. All the men she had been with had been a misogynist and they cared less about her. She smirked and gave her number to the man.

Anatomy of Disorientation

Finally, Patricia had a date after a long time since high school. Both had a good time and they were walking in the streets holding their hands. The TV store was filled with flash news broadcasted across all channels. The reporter looked serious and there was a crowd forming in front of the store to listen to what they had to say.

“ Hi welcome to Channel 7, We have highly disturbing and horrifying news to the people of Boston. Police have identified dismembered bodies of 6-7 women near Crystal lake today, they suspect these could be the missing prostitutes. We also have reports from forensics stating that the body parts were found warm and assumed to be cooked and frozen. This has raised a series of questions among the police on whether they’re looking at a serial killer or a ruthless cannibal who feasts on women? Government authorities have requested the women in prostitution to report if they find any suspicious person and also asked them to be alert. Tune into our news to find out more on this news..” There seem to be a rising tension crowd that was hearing the news. On the other news, “ It has been a dark day for Boston, Police have advised women to stay indoors amidst a new killer roaming the streets free. Currently, there are no evidence on who is the person behind all these kills as of now. Let’s wait from the forensics team for more updates. Moving onto the next news, Amber heard’s dog stepped on a bee…….”

The people of Boston never saw this coming and they had one name ringing in their minds seeing these dead prostitutes, ‘ Is Jack the Ripper back ?’. The Christmas vibe started fading away in the town with the arrival of Lucifer before Christ. There is a killer on the loose who loves eating human flesh. Is this a new virus which makes humans prey on their own species ? or are we looking for a zombie ? the disorientation in the mind of the killer was ghastly as no one hasn’t seen such a person living in a civilized society.

Patricia was scared listening to this news. Her palms were sweating. Mike held her hand tight and promised her protection. Her heart lightened a bit and she felt safe when he was around

Bones and Love

“I know this news sucks to be heard, but I have to tell you that in my presence no one shall harm you. I’m your guardian angel, perhaps we’re destined to meet under these circumstances to save you” Mike said. Patricia felt relieved and happy listening to him. They had their first kiss, it was warm and passionate. Patricia invited him to her house tomorrow after dinner. The next day, Mike was there at her apartment holding a bouquet of roses and chocolates. She loved the surprise and welcomed him home with a hug. She had prepared him an apple pie, but he declined stating he was allergic to apples and it really sounded weird to Patricia. “Are you a doctor?” she asked jokingly. Later Patricia opened the box of chocolates and started serving them to him with her hands. Mike seemed to love and started licking the melted chocolates from her fingers. He seemed to love them the chocolate and the one who served them. The sexual tension was inevitable in this situation and they started making love. For the first time, Patricia felt like being treated with love as a woman rather than being a toy or an object. Mike was quite rough on the bed and she liked it. He gave her hickeys while unloading the potion of love. Mike had landed a kiss on her forehead and they kissed passionately again. But this time Patricia felt something unusual in the kiss. It was painful. Blood pierced its way through her lips. The situation escalated dark. She felt the presence of evil and it was on her.

Maggots

It was blood on the bed. Patricia was alarmed and felt betrayed. Mike was choking her throat Wild. She tried to reach to the lamp, but there was a slow painful cut made across her throat which lead to blood gushing out of her. Her vision faded as she watched him lick the knife. He seemed to love it. The predator was in front of her. The one who had been killing the prostitutes was Mike. Everything slowly started to make sense. The pain was unbearable as she tried to move from the bed. Mike pulled a hammer from the bouquet and hit her hard multiple times till the skull broke wide open. Patricia was dead. The hunt was complete. Thirst and hunger for flesh were hidden with a much stronger weapon, Love. Mike had zero remorse for doing this, in fact she was just another meal.

Mike was seated at the dinner table having his feast. He had no justification for his killings, no grudge, no vendetta, but plain pure desire to hunt and devour the body. While enjoying his dinner, he started singing,

“ O heavens shall stumble when I walk through the gates,

As I leave the place with Gods on my plates;

There is no light in my life,

whilst I move across the civilized with a knife;

Desire shall know no boundaries,

when these sharp metals were made in foundries;

To the world which cares less about the living,

Am I different ?”