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I swallowed a thick load of saliva stuck in his throat, his nerves sky-high. I stared at the door bell, my finger shaking as I hovered just over the clit-shaped button. For years, I had wanted to be a part of a high elite club— to get access to things normal people couldn’t, and if I Had access to that, I could immediately pay for my mother’s treatment. This was my chance. I sighed gently and eventually reached for the hanging knock against the door that took the shape of a woman spreading her legs open.
Knock, knock, knock.
Just after the third knock, the door was opened by what seemed to be a girl, just four years of age. She was covered in cuts, bruises, and all sorts of injuries. Immediately, I noticed how her thigh meat was exposed to the air— an infection sure to come. I raised my brow and my mouth gaped open, surprised by the condition the girl was in. Where was her mother—?
As the girl walked me down the hall, I noticed statues and paintings hung of naked little girls and boys, which caught me by surprise, but I was not one to judge modern art, even if I didn’t understand it.
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A gentle and sweet sigh was let out as a thick slice of juicy, tender meat was carefully sliced by a gem orient. “Careful, careful.” A man murmured in a seductive whisper, as he drooled to himself, watching the meat gently fall against the plate.
The meal, a fresh, cooked, and bound toddler. “Mmm, get a bit of her thighs.” A man cooed. “I call her puss.” Another man said. “Ah, ah. You know that part belongs to me.” Another man said. This man was named ‘Mr. S.’. “Men, I am excited to introduce a new member to the little lamb society. He should be here any minute now,” Mr. S Said softly, as he looked at his watch.
Just on cue, the door opened to the dining room. The four year old beauty gently led me to the table setting, where she clasped her hands together, waiting for a command. “Thank you, hunny. Oh, before you go,” Mr. Said called, as he took one last drag of his cigarette and put it out on her exposed thigh meat. The little girl let out a soft cry, the meat just slightly turning a darker hue.
The men before me licked their lips, grabbing onto their growing bulges. I began to wonder if I should even be here— Was this place even legal? “Now go on.” The man said, as he slapped her little bum poking out of her diaper. The little girl bowed her head and quickly padded off, holding her sagging diaper up. I watched as she walked off, my mind racing but I was frozen with curiosity. “Look, I just wanna say— I’m not interested in the abuse part.” I automatically said, as I shook my head.
“Oh, of course not.” Mr. S. Said, as he nodded his head and pulled out a chair for me. “Have you eaten? Today, we have a beautiful little tot..fresh from the trailer section. Trailers are the best for napping the kiddies.” Mr. S. Informed me, as he lit himself up a thick cigar. “Uh, I’m not really into human meat. I usually prefer a burger or something.” I chuckled awkwardly, as I rubbed the back of my neck. “Right, right. We make those too. However, it is thanksgiving.” Mr. S said. “Oh. Well, are there any sides? I can just eat those.” I replied softly.
Mr. S’ top lip curled into a small smile as he nodded and picked up a bell, ringing it. The door flew open as a few men came in with some dishes. As they lifted the lid, I immediately slammed my hand over my mouth and audibly gagged. The sides consisted of tongues, eyeballs, genitalia, fingers, and even multiple bowls of organs. I immediately shot up, running out the room as I tried not to throw up.
Mr. S. Gave a gentle sigh as he held his finger up and sat up, following me outside of the room. I stood outside, hyperventilating and panting. Mr. S. Sighed as he gently placed his palm on my shoulder, which I replied to with a shiver. “Listen, Adam. When I read your email, I was touched. Yes, this club is extreme, but who else can you turn to? Think of your mother— she could die any minute.” He whispered softly to me. “I—I—“ I could only stutter, my mind flashing images of my mother laying sickly. I closed my eyes, my frown visible.
“Society doesn’t give a single shit about the weak and poor. You think the richest men in the world are gonna make a difference for all? No. They’re gonna keep that shit for themselves and grow as others wilt.” He explained, as he titled his head towards me to see if I was looking at him. “We, as an organization, have donated forty million dollars to forty different charities. It’s nothing for me to help out your mother, absolutely nothing.” He said, as his tongue licked across his teeth with a sneer.
“You may see what we are doing as cruel and psychotic, but what we do is a public good. The children here— that little girl, chained and mutilated, she is in heaven here. You think she was sipping on premium breast milk before she got here? No, her mother was a goddamn druggie who sold her everyday in exchange for money. That little girl would go from household to household every day and even go years without seeing her mother. We bought her permanently for thirty thousand off rip and even give her mother a monthly payment.” Mr. S. explained to me. I swallowed thickly, disgusted by the story.
“In fact, we have enhanced their relationship. Her mother works under us now as a prostitute and makes more money than she ever could imagine. She gets to see her daughter everyday and even works alongside her.” Mr. S explained. “That’s disgusting.” I muttered, as I held my palms against my head, unable to shake the guilt from the entire thing. “Let me show you something,” Mr. S. Said, as he beckoned me with his index finger.
He led me to a room, which held another little girl, maybe six years of age. She was moaning loudly as her nipples were squeezed and prodded with, one of them even leaking blood. The man before her licked her bloodied nipple, sucking the sweet juice. I turned my head in disgust, not wanting to see that. “Okay, okay, maybe this is too much. How about this?”
Mr. S. Then directed me to another room, where he showed me a girl two years of age. She pushed her foot on the man’s head, which had strands of hair stuck to it. The man panted like a dog, worshiping the toddler’s foot. He then slid his tongue across and between her little toes, drooling all over them.
“This is Nora. She is worshiped by her buyer.” Mr. A told me, as he patted my back. “A lot of the girls, yes, are subjected to abuse..but little Nora is treated like a queen. See?” He asked me. My eyes widened as I watched the man whimper as he inhaled her small feet. “May I smell your pussy, please?” The man asked Nora.
“No!” The little girl said, as she stuck her tongue out and stomped her head on the man. The man groaned, his erection full throttle in his pants. I then looked down, noticing the imprint in my pants. I gasped and held myself, feeling disgusted. “No, no, embrace it.” Mr. S. Told me, as he gently rubbed my back, but he could tell I was deeply nervous and not sure yet.
He then gave me an envelope. “You go on your way home, but think about it, alright?” He told me, as he had that little chained tot from before, to show me my way out. As the door shut, I opened the envelope..
A thousand dollars.