the teen cooker

As he watched her sleep, her chest rising and falling softly he reached out and jently ran his hand down her arm. She was so perfect for his plans. So soft, so naturally healthy, so young, so beautiful. He smiled to himself. Her foolish parents had left her home alone for the night, after all, she was sixteen now, she could take care of herself right? He grinned cruely. Her parents would never forgive themselves for this. They should have known better than to leave such a perfect beauty alone on a dark night, far from help. Well, that was their problem now.1

Jently he picked the girl up and carried her downstairs and out to his waiting car. She did not wake up, he knew she wouldn't. He had spiked her drink at the club with a strong sleeping pill, she would not wake up until it was too late. He tied her up anyways, and lay her on the back seat of the car. Than he started up the car and took his prey far away from her home. No one ever saw Sarah Stevens again.2

Sarah woke up on a strange bed in a strange room. She sat up and held her head. What had happened at the club? It all seemed so fuzzy. She thought she remembered comming home, but where was she??? A moment later Sarah realized that she was naked. What really freaked her out most was the new tatoo on her stomach. It was a girl sobbing in a cauldron steeming over an open fire. Under the picture was one word, Friday. Sarah felt cold all over. What on earth was going on? She got up and tried to open the door, but it was locked. She looked arround, but there were bars on the windows and when she looked outside she realized that she was a good fifty feet above the ground, and there were no foot holes anyways.3

Sarah turned as the door opened and a strange man entered the room with a tray of food. "Ah, you're awake my delicious little pet. Good, very good. Allow me to introduce myself. I am master. I am your lord, and I am your cook. You my dear, are my friday dinner this week. There is no use in crying my dear, nothing you can do will make me change my mind. But if you be a good girl and do as you're told, I will not hurt you... much. Now, here is a lovely meal all for you. You WILL eat it, all of it, or I will shove it down your throat, and I promiss you my dear, you will not like that." The man said in almost a purr. Sarah trembeled in fear and horror. "Please, don't eat me! My parents are rich, tehy can give you all the money you want, please, let me go!" Sarah cried. The man just laughed and pointed to the plate of eggs and sausage and bacon and pancakes. "Eat slave or else!" he ordered. Sarah did as she was told. Mabye if she didn't fight he'd take pity on her and let her go.4

But when he brought her a pile of sandwiches for lunch Sarah knew in her heart that she was doomed. As the man entered the room she got a glimps of the hallway behind him. There were other doors, each with a day of the week on them. Sarah heart sobbing comming from the one marked Sunday, and realized with a cold dread that today was Sunday, so whoever was behind that door...5

The next morning before breakfeast the man opened all the doors and ordered his prisoners out into the hallway. He did not go to the door marked Sunday, but Sarah could hear a new voice crying behind it. The girl who came out of the monday door was sobbing and gasping. She looked a wreck. The man lead the girls down a couple flights of stairs and into a large room, ordering the girls to space themselves out. Than he forced the girls to do tons of exercises. All the girls were in good shape. Sarah wondered sadly how much shape she'd be in on Friday. After two hours of exercises the man lead the girls into a dining room, and chained them all by the ankels to chairs bolted to the floor. The girls were all given huge breakfeasts and the man watched them closely, beating them if they didn't eat fast enough.6

After breakfeast the girls were left at the table to talk while them man brought his latest prisoner her breakfeast. The girls didn't have much to say to each other. The girl with the monday tatoo spent the whole time crying, and Sarah wanted to comfort her some how, but had no idea what to say. All the girls felt that their fate was sealed, and truly it was.7

When the man came back he was grinning cruely. "Now my little sausages, it's time for the feast to begin!" The girls arround Sarah cringed. But the Monday girl went hysterical. "No!!! Please, no! Don't do it to me! Please!" she screamed. The man grabbed her and slammed the girl on the table, tying her hands and feet to the edges. The girl continued to scream and struggle, but the man paid no attention, and took a bottle of barbecue out of his pocket wich he poured onto her feet. He than got a small torch and held it to the girls feet, slowly cooking them while the girl screamed and sobbed. Sarah wished she could shut it all out. The screams, the smell of cooking flesh, the insane laughter comming from the cruel man, all of it. But it pierced her mind, tortured her, made her sick with revoltion. Made her ice cold with the realization that in a few days she would be the one on the table being cooked alive.8

*to be continued*