reeled. Tim was fucked. He was dead from the neck down. Craig might’ve lost an arm, but if they ever got out of this alive, then at least he would have some sort of quality of life.
Tim was better off dead.
You ain’t ever getting outa here alive, so there’s no point even thinking it.
“Why are you doing this?”
“I ain’t going over that again. I’m going to go help Michael in the kitchen. Don’t go anywhere now, dinner won’t be long.”
To Craig’s total relief, Bish got up and left him and Tim alone.
“Tim? Tim! Don’t pass out on me, man.”
Tim groaned and opened his eyes.
“I can’t even move my head. Fucking hell, why are they doing this?”
Craig didn’t have the heart or stomach to tell him that Tim was on the menu.
At least he’s paralysed. At least he won’t feel anything when they fucking eat him…
“I don’t know,” Craig said.
“Has he gone?”
“Yeah.”
“Go and get help for fuck’s sake! Get out of here and run like fuck.”
“I can’t. I’m tied to the chair. And I’ve lost a lot of blood, I’m in a lot of pain, it’s not like I’d get far anyway.”
He didn’t tell him he’d had his arm chopped off. What was the point in sickening him even more?
“What kind of defeatist attitude is that?”
“It’s an attitude of someone defeated.”
Tim laughed, but the sound was hollow and made his skin feel crawly and tight.
“Craig? Did I hear right? I was kinda dozing back there, but did I hear that old fuck say he was making a fucking stew out of Jessie?”
Craig couldn’t answer. The lump in his throat was too big.
“I didn’t dream that up did I? Craig?”
“Yes.”
“Oh God.”
Both guys were silent for a moment, lost in their own misery.
“I’m the one on the fucking block here. If they start, you know… If they do that, will you find a way?”
“A way?” Craig asked, although he knew with a sick heart where this was going.
“A way to kill me, man.”
“I ain’t exactly in the best shape here myself.”
“Please.”
“I’ll try,” he said hoarsely.
“Don’t try. Promise me.”
“Don’t talk like that man, we’re not dead yet.”
Tim made that funny little laughing sound again that made his flesh creep.
“Not yet, mate. Not yet.”
A movement in the corner of his eye made Craig spin his head round. A stooped figure stood in the doorway. He looked familiar, and Craig couldn’t place him straight away.
Then it clicked.
“What are you doing here?”
“Wh o’s there? I can’t turn my head.” Tim said. He sounded frantic.
“Hello boys. Are you enjoying your visit to Hanow?”
“Is that Jake from the B and B?” Tim asked, the confusion in his voice obvious.
“Yeah,” Craig replied.
“What the fuck is he doing here?”
Old Jake laughed. “Why, this is my family. This is my home. I open the B and B in the summer months to direct the occasional tourist meat thisaways.”
“What the fuck? ” Craig cursed, twisting uselessly against his binds.
He glared at the old man, his anger in that moment overriding his fear. They had been well and truly duped. What a bunch of gullible fucking idiots they were.
Jake just looked so harmless. He didn’t have the unsavoury look of Bish, and he didn’t look as old either. He had teeth, a thick head of grey hair and he looked clean. He wore glasses and looked like a kindly, doddering old man.
Like a beloved granddad.
A granddad with a taste for human flesh.
“My, my,” Old Jake said, approaching Tim. “You sure do look tasty, I can’t wait to get stuck into you.”
“Leave him alone,” Craig said, pulling hard against the rope.
“Calm down son, save your energy. You’ll be needing it for Margaret.”
Craig had no idea what he meant. But whatever it might be, he was sure it couldn’t be good.
Right on cue, Margaret entered the room.
“Did I hear my name?”
“Hello sis. You’re looking radiant this evening.”
Old Jake kissed Margaret square on
Tim was better off dead.
You ain’t ever getting outa here alive, so there’s no point even thinking it.
“Why are you doing this?”
“I ain’t going over that again. I’m going to go help Michael in the kitchen. Don’t go anywhere now, dinner won’t be long.”
To Craig’s total relief, Bish got up and left him and Tim alone.
“Tim? Tim! Don’t pass out on me, man.”
Tim groaned and opened his eyes.
“I can’t even move my head. Fucking hell, why are they doing this?”
Craig didn’t have the heart or stomach to tell him that Tim was on the menu.
At least he’s paralysed. At least he won’t feel anything when they fucking eat him…
“I don’t know,” Craig said.
“Has he gone?”
“Yeah.”
“Go and get help for fuck’s sake! Get out of here and run like fuck.”
“I can’t. I’m tied to the chair. And I’ve lost a lot of blood, I’m in a lot of pain, it’s not like I’d get far anyway.”
He didn’t tell him he’d had his arm chopped off. What was the point in sickening him even more?
“What kind of defeatist attitude is that?”
“It’s an attitude of someone defeated.”
Tim laughed, but the sound was hollow and made his skin feel crawly and tight.
“Craig? Did I hear right? I was kinda dozing back there, but did I hear that old fuck say he was making a fucking stew out of Jessie?”
Craig couldn’t answer. The lump in his throat was too big.
“I didn’t dream that up did I? Craig?”
“Yes.”
“Oh God.”
Both guys were silent for a moment, lost in their own misery.
“I’m the one on the fucking block here. If they start, you know… If they do that, will you find a way?”
“A way?” Craig asked, although he knew with a sick heart where this was going.
“A way to kill me, man.”
“I ain’t exactly in the best shape here myself.”
“Please.”
“I’ll try,” he said hoarsely.
“Don’t try. Promise me.”
“Don’t talk like that man, we’re not dead yet.”
Tim made that funny little laughing sound again that made his flesh creep.
“Not yet, mate. Not yet.”
A movement in the corner of his eye made Craig spin his head round. A stooped figure stood in the doorway. He looked familiar, and Craig couldn’t place him straight away.
Then it clicked.
“What are you doing here?”
“Wh o’s there? I can’t turn my head.” Tim said. He sounded frantic.
“Hello boys. Are you enjoying your visit to Hanow?”
“Is that Jake from the B and B?” Tim asked, the confusion in his voice obvious.
“Yeah,” Craig replied.
“What the fuck is he doing here?”
Old Jake laughed. “Why, this is my family. This is my home. I open the B and B in the summer months to direct the occasional tourist meat thisaways.”
“What the fuck? ” Craig cursed, twisting uselessly against his binds.
He glared at the old man, his anger in that moment overriding his fear. They had been well and truly duped. What a bunch of gullible fucking idiots they were.
Jake just looked so harmless. He didn’t have the unsavoury look of Bish, and he didn’t look as old either. He had teeth, a thick head of grey hair and he looked clean. He wore glasses and looked like a kindly, doddering old man.
Like a beloved granddad.
A granddad with a taste for human flesh.
“My, my,” Old Jake said, approaching Tim. “You sure do look tasty, I can’t wait to get stuck into you.”
“Leave him alone,” Craig said, pulling hard against the rope.
“Calm down son, save your energy. You’ll be needing it for Margaret.”
Craig had no idea what he meant. But whatever it might be, he was sure it couldn’t be good.
Right on cue, Margaret entered the room.
“Did I hear my name?”
“Hello sis. You’re looking radiant this evening.”
Old Jake kissed Margaret square on
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