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Authors: R.J. Scriber
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complete horror plastered on his. Amberly stands behind him, holding his severed arm. Her eyes are lit with undefiled hatred and wolfish hunger.
No one touches Nell.
He turns and gasps, “Oh… my… God!’
Amberly tackles the man against the refrigerator, digging her fingers straight in to his left pectoral, slowly prying open his chest cavity. He screams in immense pain as Amberly pierces his lungs and rips apart his diaphragm, chomping at his aorta as the warm blood sprays like a thick mist, coating her face.
There’s nothing he can do.
All his size and strength mean nothing when going up against an unearthly impish force of rage. He’s limited, she isn’t.
Nell stands up, panting, scared of how close she came to failing. She could’ve been killed. She walks to Amberly and watches her daughter devour the dead man from the inside out.
Amberly latches on to the heart and wrenches it out before wrapping her red-stained teeth around it. She grinds it slowly between her pallet and tongue before swallowing it.
This is the hardest part for Nell. Not Mr. College being eaten before her, but his heart. It is now that she realizes that, she too , has had her heart devoured by Amberly.
XIII
November 28th.
5:30PM.
Six days later.
“What are you waiting for?” Rodney asks, as the words slowly slip through his parched and crusty lips. “Huh? Just, what the hell are you waiting for?” he asks again. “…I just don’t care anymore,” he admits, defeated, nearly at Death’s door.
On the other side of the room Amberly finishes up yet another meal: an older man, overweight, with a tool belt. A plumber. An unsuspecting chap who just showed up to do a job. Now he’s dead. Just more fodder thrown in to the avaricious auger that likes to be called Amberly. She pays Rodney no mind. All this time, she’s held back her hunger for Nell.
“Let me go! Kill me! Just do something!” he hollers.
“Oh, quiet down. Quit yelling at your daughter,” Nell shouts back. “Stop being such a damn grump!”
She walks down the stairs, her heels clacking against every step; dolled up again. Slim-fitting red dress, with a slit up along the leg. Stunning. A little overkill, but stunning regardless. For the last six days, between going out and calling the plumber, Nell has aided in the deaths of six more men.
Old and young, doesn’t matter. Amberly was like a rabid dog, but instead of shots or being put down, she just keeps getting fed. Amberly’s appetite is expanding. She’s going to have to start feeding her twice as much.
“Please… you need to stop this,” begs Rodney in a last-ditch effort. Hard to think that Nell would listen now. It’s been a while since she has passed the point of no return. There is no going back, only forward. Deeper into that rabbit hole.
“Rodney. Who’s being naive now? You have to know by now that I won’t stop,” she responds. “You’re not looking so good, by the way.”
“ You’re killing me, Nell.”
“ You’re doing that yourself. I give you food and drinks. You choose to not indulge.”
“I need help…”
“Are you going to change your mind, then?” Nell asks.
He doesn’t answer and he doesn’t need to. Just like she won’t stop killing in the name of her daughter, he’s never going to agree to support this new lifestyle.
DING-DONG! The doorbell rings. Nell is surprised. An unscheduled guest. This is his last shot so Rodney yells, “Help—”
Before he can finish, Nell rushes to him, trying to cover his mouth, but inadvertently stumbles in her heels and slams her knee against Rodney’s head. It bounces back against the beam, knocking him unconscious.
“Shit!” Nell exclaims.
“Rodney, bud? It’s Mack,” Rodney’s boss says as he opens the front door, walking inside the smelly, unkempt house. “You here, man?”
The basement door closes and Nell rushes in the living room, after running as fast as
No one touches Nell.
He turns and gasps, “Oh… my… God!’
Amberly tackles the man against the refrigerator, digging her fingers straight in to his left pectoral, slowly prying open his chest cavity. He screams in immense pain as Amberly pierces his lungs and rips apart his diaphragm, chomping at his aorta as the warm blood sprays like a thick mist, coating her face.
There’s nothing he can do.
All his size and strength mean nothing when going up against an unearthly impish force of rage. He’s limited, she isn’t.
Nell stands up, panting, scared of how close she came to failing. She could’ve been killed. She walks to Amberly and watches her daughter devour the dead man from the inside out.
Amberly latches on to the heart and wrenches it out before wrapping her red-stained teeth around it. She grinds it slowly between her pallet and tongue before swallowing it.
This is the hardest part for Nell. Not Mr. College being eaten before her, but his heart. It is now that she realizes that, she too , has had her heart devoured by Amberly.
XIII
November 28th.
5:30PM.
Six days later.
“What are you waiting for?” Rodney asks, as the words slowly slip through his parched and crusty lips. “Huh? Just, what the hell are you waiting for?” he asks again. “…I just don’t care anymore,” he admits, defeated, nearly at Death’s door.
On the other side of the room Amberly finishes up yet another meal: an older man, overweight, with a tool belt. A plumber. An unsuspecting chap who just showed up to do a job. Now he’s dead. Just more fodder thrown in to the avaricious auger that likes to be called Amberly. She pays Rodney no mind. All this time, she’s held back her hunger for Nell.
“Let me go! Kill me! Just do something!” he hollers.
“Oh, quiet down. Quit yelling at your daughter,” Nell shouts back. “Stop being such a damn grump!”
She walks down the stairs, her heels clacking against every step; dolled up again. Slim-fitting red dress, with a slit up along the leg. Stunning. A little overkill, but stunning regardless. For the last six days, between going out and calling the plumber, Nell has aided in the deaths of six more men.
Old and young, doesn’t matter. Amberly was like a rabid dog, but instead of shots or being put down, she just keeps getting fed. Amberly’s appetite is expanding. She’s going to have to start feeding her twice as much.
“Please… you need to stop this,” begs Rodney in a last-ditch effort. Hard to think that Nell would listen now. It’s been a while since she has passed the point of no return. There is no going back, only forward. Deeper into that rabbit hole.
“Rodney. Who’s being naive now? You have to know by now that I won’t stop,” she responds. “You’re not looking so good, by the way.”
“ You’re killing me, Nell.”
“ You’re doing that yourself. I give you food and drinks. You choose to not indulge.”
“I need help…”
“Are you going to change your mind, then?” Nell asks.
He doesn’t answer and he doesn’t need to. Just like she won’t stop killing in the name of her daughter, he’s never going to agree to support this new lifestyle.
DING-DONG! The doorbell rings. Nell is surprised. An unscheduled guest. This is his last shot so Rodney yells, “Help—”
Before he can finish, Nell rushes to him, trying to cover his mouth, but inadvertently stumbles in her heels and slams her knee against Rodney’s head. It bounces back against the beam, knocking him unconscious.
“Shit!” Nell exclaims.
“Rodney, bud? It’s Mack,” Rodney’s boss says as he opens the front door, walking inside the smelly, unkempt house. “You here, man?”
The basement door closes and Nell rushes in the living room, after running as fast as
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