Turning Tables

This story contains strong language, violence and sensitive contents such as r#p3, cannibal1sm and murd3r that some readers may find distrubing and triggering.

"HOW ABOUT a dinner with me, lovely?" He reached for her hand and brought it to his lips for a kiss.

Ivory was stunned, she never encountered someone like him. Gentleman, mysteriously hot and handsome plus the fact that he is rich. People may call her a gold digger but the hell she cares. She just wanted the best for herself and her future.

Ivory bit her lower lip to stop her lips to form a smile. This man amazed her. The aura around him speaks of intimidation, however, his personality is the opposite of it. He could converse well and was such an amazing company to be with. She could feel the victory that awaits her.

At 26 of age, Ivory already victimized two businessmen from the past. She would enter a relationship with older men to steal their money and jewelry but sometimes she doesn't need to do that anymore for those gullible men would give her everything she asked for. Sadly, the two passed away already. So, she will grab this opportunity to lure this man and get all the money and things she wants.

Sitting on the dining table, legs wide as the man is standing between kissing her neck. She chuckles as his breath tickles her. They just finished the dinner and now they are doing something that could give her an advantage.

Ivory wrapped her legs around his waist and the man supported her weight while they were busy kissing each other's lips. They moved upstairs to be more comfortable, her thoughts. She's wrong because they are now approaching the door behind the stairs of the house. She moved her face away to stop him from devouring her lips.

With confused eyes, she looked at him. However, he just looked at her with a stoic face. Evident on the orbs of his eyes the irritation.

"Why?" he asked. Ivory looked around. They are now going down on another staircase hidden behind the stairs of the house. She looked back again and saw the metal door at the end of it.

"Where are we going?" Ivory is still confused.

"I'll surprise you," his lips lift into a small smile.

Her eyes twinkled in sudden excitement. She hugged his neck and giggled. Ivory is looking forward to the surprise, not minding the strange feeling growing inside her. For sure it would be luxurious again. She’s looking forward on it.

His grip tightens around her body as they approach the door. The smile on her face didn't fade. He leaned and whispered to her ears, "Close your eyes." Ivory followed without hesitation.

He unlocked the door and they both entered the room. Still, in closed eyes he let her sit down above the table inside the room. He moved one step backward from her and commanded her to open her eyes.

He smirked upon seeing the surprise Ivory had on her face. Her lips parted, her eyes were wide and her hands were now reaching for her mouth to cover. With her terrified eyes, Ivory looked around her. She cannot find words, even her voice was lost for a moment. She felt scared, gone the excitement.

"Surprise?" He widely smiled at her. His eyes spits fire of evilness.

"W-What is the meaning of this!? " Finally, she found her voice to speak.

Around the room are hanging bodies and different women, bathing with blood and missing some parts. Behind him is a large steel table full of different varieties of equipment used either to operate or to cut off something just like a knife, small chainsaw, and scalpels. Is this his surprise? She wishes she could turn back time. She doesn’t want to stay here!

"Behave and stay here," he commanded her. With the fear that is eating her body, Ivory cannot move an inch. The bulb only lights up the center of the room where she stays. The room is covered with foul smell, it stinks! Her tears formed as minute pass by. The man walked to the right side of the room where there’s no light, he walks like darkness was never a bother to his eyes.

Ivory heard the sound of rolling wheels after like he was dragging or pushing something heavy. To her horror, it was just like the table she was sitting on. The only difference is she is not tied while the other woman is.

He stopped in front of her. The girl is unconscious, naked and full of bruise around her delicate body. Once again, the man is now standing in front of her. Her lips quivered as she felt his hands over her skin.

"Let me impress you how good I am at giving pleasures," he caressed her face, showing so much affection.

She wanted to plead but she can’t utter any word. Fear. That is what filling very inch of her body. The man smirked upon seeing her face. He’s always this satisfied whenever he sees his women freezing in fear. This is what he lives for. As much as he wants to just state at the beauty of fear Ivory have, he needs to show her how good he is.

He folded his sleeves until they reached his elbow while taking steps to the other side of the table where he can see his lovely woman, Ivory. The girl he tied on the table is now gaining consciousness. When she finally opened her eyes she cried and asked for help. Even with a sore and dry throat she still screamed even if she would only waste her energy over nothing. The woman is a stranger to Ivory but she could tell by the looks of it that they are just at the same age.

Rooted on her seat, eyes locked on the hideous scene in front of her. Trembling body, hands so cold and sweats on her skin a perfect image of a woman in fear. This is what the man wants! For her to feel the highest level of fear.

"I like how you behave right there, lovely," He lifts his eyes to meet her gaze. His features are more defined by the light coming from the bulb above. The place is dark around but she could see the silhouettes of the bodies hung around the room.

They are at the center of the room, the only part that has a light. She once again looked at the girl on the table. Tears streamed beside her eyes as she tried to break free. Ivory wanted to help but the fear was eating her body and senses, she didn't know what to do anymore. She cannot move an inch! Fuck it!

Standing behind the table, the man is now holding a small knife. The helpless girl in the table trembled and cried. The cry of despair he's been waiting for has arrived. This is the time for a show, he will make sure that the lovely woman sitting at his table, only a few steps away from him will enjoy and love it.

This isn't the first time he did this and surely he will do it again and again. Having one woman is not enough; he needs two and maybe next time more than he has now.

"Please, let me go. Have mercy on me. Please, have mercy on me!" He licked his lower lip as his gaze turned to the woman lying in front of him.

The woman is already naked. Her skin is so soft and velvety. His calloused hand dropped on her tights, his lips formed into a smirk as he caressed them gently not minding how the woman wanted to let his hand move away from her skin. He lifts his head and looks at Ivory whose eyes are now glistened with unshed tears.

Does she pity her?  Does Ivory like what he was doing to this woman? Will she get turn on upon seeing him banging another woman on her sight? Maybe Ivory also wanted to be touched by him? Right. He will make sure to give her enough attention later after he's done with the begging lady.

He started caressing her sensitive parts, the thing between her thighs, her cotton-like breast, and her neck that smells like lavender. She really likes this girl even when they first met. Her late wife will never surpass the beauty these lady has on his side. He never regret that his wife died on his hands, it was fulfilling as she scream for help and mercy. He could recall how his wife beg him just like this lady in front of him. He felt so powerful everytime women would beg him for mercy.

"S-Stop! Please, stop! Stop!" She shook her head showing disapproval of what he was doing to her body.

He just continued what he was doing, taking advantage of the woman's body. His lips kissed and licked her skin, leaving red marks around her clear skin. The man chooses to undress his top. The eyes of the two women were welcomed with a finely chiseled chest of a man. His sweats glistened as the light touched his skin.

Unbuckled his belt, opened his fly, and revealed his growing boner to them. Ivory, still stunned, knows what the man would do to the lady. He will r#p3 her! Seeing the realization on Ivory’s eyes, the man smirked.

The delicate skin of the woman with love bites is now tarnished with another mark, bruises that were caused by the force used on her. The tears that are trapped in her eyes flowed like a river, Ivory just witness how the man ruthlessly r#p3d the helpless girl in front of her eyes.

“Ah…Fuck!” he moaned. The image of his late wife on his mind is still clear. How his wife screamed as he pound her bleeding mound with his rock hard junk. Oh! How lovely women could be. This woman is tight, her walls was clenching around his c0ck. He’s enjoying every pound he gave her womanhood.

"Y-You..." Ivory cannot find a word suitable to describe the devil she was looking at.

Eyes filled with lust met her vulnerable sight. The man was now looking at Ivory while his tongue is busy licking over the soft body of the helpless woman. Ivory almost puked when she heard him moan again. Looks like he’s done. Anger blossomed on her heart. This devil shouldn’t be born. If she’s evil, this man is the worst.

The man smirked after fixing his pants, "You loved it?" He even looked proud of what he did. Ivory shook her head as she was still crying a river. Her body cannot stop trembling in fear. This is not what she expected this night would be. A dinner date that turns out to be a trap. He just turned to table between them, now she's the victim.

The girl's face looks blank, Ivory is thinking she shuts down. The trauma the girl is experiencing is too much for herself and her. Ivory lifted her trembling hand to cover her mouth, stopping herself from crying out loud. She will also end up like her.

"Still hungry, lovely? What do you like to have limbs, tights, or the arm? I could also cut this softy breast for you," he just added fuel to the fear and terror Ivory was feeling.

He caressed each part of the woman while making Ivory choose. The realization came to her mind, she finally processes everything, and her stomach feels terrible as she pictures the steak they ate a while ago as human meat. She eats human meat!

This man! This man is cutting and chopping the parts of his women victims and feeding them to the other possible victim in the future. This is the reason why he offered her dinner. The light of hope she was looking forward to is now fading until she was left in the dark with this man. Despair, fear, regret. Ivory cannot take it all.

"How about the tights, lovely? It looks healthy and meaty," he pinched that part of the girl and smiled at her.

The woman still does not react. She felt pity for herself and the woman. With all her strength remaining she stood up. The man is now holding a knife. Ivory ran towards him and stopped his hands from stabbing the helpless lady.

"No! No! Stop !" Ivory repeatedly screamed. Still struggling to stop the man but she's just a woman with fragile strength.

The man punches her stomach causing her to lose her breath and stumble down. Catching her breath, she tried to stand up again but the man dragged her and caged her hands with a chain tied to the table she was sitting at a while ago.

"Behave lovely, or I'll slit that throat of yours," his eyes are glaring at her as he aims his knife to her neck. Ivory cried once more.

The man picked up a syringe with an unknown liquid inside. He injected it into the woman and a minute later the woman cried and her body trembled. Her body looked stiff like it was paralyzed. Ivory's eyes widened when the man aimed to cut the skin of the woman. A cry came from the woman enveloped the room.

Ivory felt terrified once more. Even if she was just watching she could feel how excruciating it is to be cut from flesh to flesh. The man slowly sliced her legs with his sharp knife, cutting each layer from skin to flesh. The blood flooded the table and bathed the knife and his hand.

It is a terrible sight for her but she cannot take her eyes away from it. Seems like she is also paralyzed. The cut was so deep that it reached her bones. The agony from her screams makes Ivory more scared. Being tortured like that having no anesthesia injected is mind wreaking painful. She'd rather die instantly than suffer this kind of death.

Blood scattered around the body of the woman who is now losing her breath, her pulse also weakened. The man got a small chain saw on his hand. He looks dedicated as he aim the teeth of the chain saw to the bones of the half dead girl. The helpless lady cannot hear anything aside from the intense ringing sound on her ears and the chainsaw. She could even felt how every flesh she have was slowly cut and now, her bones. The black on her eyes turns upward as the pain intensified and she cannot take it anymore. The pain she was feeling is indescribable.

Every time Ivory would close her eyes she could still see the horrible deeds of the man. The image of the blood gushing from the fresh flesh of the girl on the table is clear like water on her mind. Her mind was in turmoil. The surrounding is blurry, maybe her mind and body was now at its limit.

The worldly materials she has will go to waste because they cannot save her from death. This man kills and sells human meat, storing his victims under his basement and gaining a lot of fortune.

Ivory just wanted a luxurious life and her ambitious self just brought her to her end. They may both want a lot of money but the difference is the other is more monstrous than the latter. Money brings out the evil inside the human being that may cause death or a place for them reserved from hell.

To Ivory, she will be the next to find her end. A death she never thought she would experience. This night is her last. The night she would remember for this is her last memory on land.

THE KNIFE WAS SHARP as a sword, he made sure of that. So that in just one swing he could cut the thick flesh of his victim. Chop them into pieces while the fleshes are bathed with blood. He closed his eyes, savored the pleasant aroma of the blood that combines with the air inside the room. Fresh and meaty. Human meat tastes the best, he thought. His lips lift into a grin as his eyes bore at the naked body of his victim that lies motionless on the cold steel table. Her arms and legs are tied with a white cloth. The victim is still unconscious, so he decided to get a wooden chair for him to sit on while waiting for the sounds of despair, he's been waiting for so long. He really wanted to savour the delight of her screams as he took away every part of her body gradually and taking her breath leisurely. A kind of pleasure no one coild understand but only him.

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