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Feast of Steven

Hero Worship

Cliff Edge Gourmet

Feast of Steven

   “Where shall we begin?”
   “On the thigh! On the thigh!”
   “Why the thigh?”
   “It has a sweeter taste than the rest of the body.”
   Marion looked at her friend quizzically.
   “I thought you said you’ve never tried human meat before.”
   “I haven’t,” replied Melanie. “I’ve just heard it’s sweeter.”
   “Heard from who?” said Marion, each word gaining in pitch as she spoke. “Who else do you know who’s tried this?”
   “No one. I just read it on the internet.”
   Marion’s look changed to shock.
   “Really! You can read about this on the web?”
   “Only if you know where to look. There’s a place called the Dark Web. You can pretty much find anything on there.”
   Marion just stared at her friend for a moment, jaw partially dropped.
   “And how did you find out about this Dark Web, pray tell?”
   Melanie smiled.
   “If you’re motivated enough you can find anything.”
   Marion’s stare continued for another thirty seconds before she returned to the cooked meat in front of them.
   “I’ve read that thin slices are better,” commented Melanie.
   “Have you,” returned Marion without looking up. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
   The donor was a man in his thirties. He was a little overweight, which was what Marion looked for when searching for their first cannibalistic meal.
   They chose a man because they both agreed that eating another woman didn’t feel right. Fortunately, he was found just at the point that they were about to give up.
   Seven months and twenty one days had been spent searching the small town that they lived near with very few likely candidates. They were very particular with what they wanted. Not only were they looking for someone that would provide a tender meal, but they had to be someone who wouldn’t be missed, which was the hardest criteria to meet.
   Steven Tirrel was a visitor to the area who was on a hitch-hiking tour of the country. He had just started out, Marion had found out, and was planning on spending a year touring and working along the way.
   Marion had spotted him one day in a bar while she was taking a break from the search. She engaged him in conversation and managed to persuade him to come back to the farmhouse.
   After a few more drinks she submitted the fatal blow that took his life.
   Melanie had prepared the smoke house and once the bleeding had stopped they immediately hung him up to cook.
   Marion held the sharpened carving knife and long fork up to the hanging body. They had to anchor the feet because the body just kept spinning every time Marion tried to make the first cut.
   She pierced the right thigh and began to cut away. The crispy skin made a rasping sound as the knife penetrated it.
   “Get the plate ready,” Marion said. “I don’t want it to drop on the floor.”
   Marion was actually salivating as she was carving.
   Melanie held the plate close to the thigh following every slice closely. The first sliver fell onto the white china plate. The succulent browned meat under the layer of skin glistened in the artificial light. It was all Marion could do to stop herself from devouring it immediately, but she continued onto the next slice.
   The second, larger slice, fell on top of the first one looking even more delicious thought Melanie.
   Marion cut four more slices before she couldn’t take any more.
   “I can’t carry on,” she said. “I have to try it.”
   She put her carving tools on the temporary table she had set up and Melanie laid the plate next to them. With one of the forks that was laying on the table Melanie moved three of the slices on to the second plate.
   “Dig in,” she said.
   Both women, mouths flooded with saliva, cut their first piece of Human flesh and put it in their mouths. They looked at each other as they chewed, an almost sensual satisfaction on their faces.
   The first piece they savoured. The rest they devoured in seconds.
   “Oh...my...God!” said Marion. “That was Heaven on a plate.”
   “I’ve never tasted anything like it,” said Melanie. “Quickly, cut some more before I just bite chunks out of his leg.”
   Marion picked up her carving tools and obliged with another eight slices each. This time they savoured the flavours a bit more.
   “There is definitely a sweetness there,” said Melanie after finishing her last slice. “It’s subtle, but it’s there.”
   Marion was in the process of picking a slither of meat from her teeth with a tooth pick and she nodded in agreement.
   “Shall we try the buttocks tomorrow,” chuckled Melanie.
   “Why not,” smiled Marion.
   The two women collected their things and left the smoke house. Outside they passed an object by the smoke house door.
   “We’ll have to think of what to do with that tomorrow,” commented Marion.
   “Yeah. Let’s sleep on it. It’s not going anywhere.”
   As they walked back to the farmhouse the decapitated head of Steven Tirrel looked back up at them.

The End