Deep-Fried Limbs

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 this to go too easy on him and get missed. I needed him to suffer, the way he made his victims suffer. Eating him was a way to hide the evidence and save on purchasing meat, but mostly the real point was he was supposed to suffer for what he did, and this seemed the best way.

I worked my way up and down both legs and his right arm, there wasn’t enough left of the left to tenderize. Again he wailed with what little energy he had left, getting noticeably hoarse as his vocal chords tore apart crying for help that would never come. His skin was red and raw by the time he stopped making sounds and it seemed the blunt beating had reached its conclusion. Now it was time for the knife again. Once more, the glint of the blade gave him a second wind and he shook his head vigorously as it was literally the only thing he could do now to communicate. It was futile and he knew it, this was beyond human comprehension, he was just a desperate animal clinging to life by instinct alone.

With a single clean cut to each joint, I severed the arm at the elbow and the legs at the knees, and then after heating the knife, I went back to get the hips and shoulders, making sure to cauterize the wounds. I didn’t want him bleeding out, I still wasn’t done yet. Oh yes, there were still a couple of more steps to go, and I wanted him lucid until the very end.

Once the limbs were cut free of his body, I was done with him for today. I collected the limbs to take upstairs to prepare properly. I had a deep fryer ready to go with oil, it just needed to heat up. While it was heating, I coated the meat with flour, then rolled each piece in egg and then in bread crumbs to prepare them. Soon the oil was ready, and I added the meat. While the fryer was going, I started work on the sauce. I heated up a sauce pan with some butter in it and chopped some peppers to throw in. I mixed vigorously until it was all liquid, and about this time, the meat seemed thoroughly cooked through. Using metal tongs I removed each piece of meat one by one and rolled them in the fresh sauce.

I set all the meat on a platter and took it back downstairs so I could eat in view of my captive. I sat down to eat what I could, but there was too much for one sitting. I set aside what I couldn’t eat in the refrigerator to work through over the next few days, then added the bones leftover from what I did eat to the soup.

I had hoped he would be bothered by watching me eat him, but after what I’d put him through, he had nothing left in him. He would get some relief for now though, I had fried meat and soup to work my way through for the next few days, and until it was all gone, I would spare him any further suffering. I wanted him nice and ready for the grand finale.