Cannibal's Cooking Blog

  Days passed while I dined on fried meat and soup, carved bones, and waited on the leather to tan. As I ate the last of the meat and the original soup stock was consumed leaving only the fresher bones dissolving into new stock, I finally removed the leather from the chemical treatment and hung it to dry on a cedar mannequin hand to hold the shape. By now the chemical treatment had destroyed any DNA, the only thing that could possibly identify it would be fingerprints, but I would wear down the finger tips until even that was gone. Now it was time for the grand finale to end all of this. I went downstairs to the basement and found my captive struggling, starving, dehydrated. He was almost dead anyway, I had been tending to him, sharing the soup with him so he got enough to stay alive, but just barely. He had no way of confirming for me, but I was sure he wanted to die. Today he would get his final rest and relief, but I would make sure he went out in the most painful way possible...

Today there wasn’t much to do on the arts and crafts side, the leather was still tanning, the bones were still drying. That meant there was only one thing to do, head downstairs to check on my meat. He looked like hell, but it wasn’t over, not by a long shot. I decided to check the soup first, it had been simmering on low heat overnight, I stirred it and there were still bones in it, it would need more time. I tasted the broth, it was an interesting flavor, but bland and watered down, I added some garlic salt and basil to make it taste better. After a second taste I had to admit, it was mostly the garlic salt making it palatable, but it was palatable nonetheless. Now I could check on him. He was definitely not in good shape, but with a little water he was stable enough for what I was about to do next. I got out the meat tenderizer again. I’ll be honest as a chef, I wouldn’t recommend tenderizing legs, it’s not really necessary, but I wanted this man to feel pain, I didn’t want any of t...

  Today was going to be brutal for my guest in the downstairs pantry, but first I needed to check on my trophy. I carefully poured out the contents of the jar, draining the water and the lime and leaving a skin with hair and nails barely hanging on. I used my pliers to carefully tear what was left of the nails free. Then I began removing the remaining hairs with a knife which wasn’t hard, most of the hair was already falling out on its own. I rinsed it and had a pristine skin in the first stages of tanning. The next step was to start the last soak with a chromium sulfate solution. I carefully added the solution to the jar with the skin so the last stage could proceed while I got to more pressing matters. I headed downstairs with a large soup pot and a meat tenderizer. I set down the pot on the stove turned it up to high heat and took out the meat tenderizer. The man moaned through his gag when he saw the meat tenderizer. He was guessing what I was going to do with it, I don’t kno...

  The second day of his captivity, I started by checking the trophy skin. I changed the water and added lime. Not lime as in the fruit, but a chemical additive. This would help remove hair and the nails, although some of that would have to be done manually later. For now, the second stage of soaking had begun and it was time to prepare today’s meal. I had a very special plan for today, possibly even more satisfying than yesterday. I took a frying pan down to the basement where I had a mini-stove just for today. I also brought along some soy sauce, rice, and some canned vegetables. This was going to be good. He looked pathetic, the one-armed man tied like hog. He looked like he had been struggling all night to no avail and had exhausted himself. “Wake up sleepy head, we have work to do. Now, do you know why I took your hand yesterday? I took your hand because I know that was the hand you touched her with. I know that was the hand you hit her with. That was the hand you abused he...

  He woke up in the basement, and he wasn’t happy. He didn’t deserve to be, he knows what he did, whether he made the connection that was why he was here was another matter, but not my problem, we’d have plenty of time to jog his memory later. He was gagged so he couldn’t make a sound, although he was definitely trying to. It didn’t matter, the basement was soundproofed, and we were miles away from anyone, the gag was just because I didn’t feel like hearing from him right now, but again, there would be time for that later. His legs and right arm were tied tight with rope so he couldn’t move them, which held him in place in general. This left his left arm free, but not for long. Actually, his left arm was strapped with a belt above the elbow, I had a plan for this part, this was going to be my trophy. Yes, this man was going to be my victim, he was going to die, but he would die slowly, one piece at a time, and when it was done, this arm would be all that remained of him. Well, so...