Don't tell my secret

When I was walking out to my car, there was a monkey sitting in the driver seat. it was ugly, but it’s there. I picked him up and hogtied him while walking towards a hearth. I degraded him to see what his helpless self would try to do. I hang him over the fire and cook him alive. I laugh without pity as the monkey screamed in sheer pain as the fire roasting underneath him boiled his skin, feeding the fire. Burnt monkey flesh singed my nostril hairs into a crisp. I could tell that the monkey was starting to die because its screams getting quieter and quieter. Skin and flesh dripping and popping. I call my friends up and tell them to come over, telling them I have made chicken. They should be here at around 4:30 pm. I cut the fried monkey limbs off the carcass, making it look like chicken. I gave it a little taste and it was actually really good. I mumbled words to the carcass of the monkey,“ if you wanted to live, you shouldn’t have been in my car” I chuckled as I continued to cut the meat up. As my friends are just arriving, I’m just putting the finishing touches on the plates. “Wow, this smells good. Did you make it yourself??” asked jessica, “ indeed I did” I said with a smirk on my face. My friends never realized this was actually monkey meat. They all thought is was actual chicken meat.

The funniest part about it was, it actually tasted like chicken. The next day, Jessica called me and told me that she has an incurable infection, and that the last thing that she ate was the “chicken”. I told her that it was probably in the water that she drank while she was eating. She told me she happened to be drinking sprite at that time. I pace around in panic because She might find out that the meat that she ate was not actually chicken. She called me back later on and said, “ the doctor ran some tests on the food that I ate, and it turns out it’s not actually chicken. It’s monkey meat.” she said angrily. There was something that was important that I needed to do. Get rid of her. Paced and prepared, I grabbed my 9mm and a mag with a silencer. Something about this was eerie. The thought that i was gonna murder one of my friends was sickening, but it had to be done. When I get into my car, I take a couple of deep breaths, mentally preparing myself for what I was about to do. I call her and ask her if I can come hang out. She said of course. With a 9mm hidden in my pants, I drove over to her house knowing with no doubt that she was going to pass away today. She did not know this.

When I get to her house I take a couple more deep breaths to prepare. I get out of my car and make sure I have my 9mm on me. I get up to her door and walk right in. I close it and I lock all of the locks. “ Hey Jessica, im sorry im late.” I said. “ It’s okay Tom. glad you’re here” She says as i pull out my 9mm with a suppressor. I aim it at her head, she screams in panic and i shoot her twice in the head. Dazed and disoriented on what I have just done, I sit down next to her body on the couch in a pool of blood. I don’t know what to do at this point. I have just murdered someone and they were one of my best friends. But it had to be done because I didn’t want her to suffer, nor did I want the police to call on me. When I finally come back to my senses, I pick the body up and drag it to the kitchen, and lay her on the table. I observe the room looking at the mess that I have made. I begin to clean starting with bleach and a rag, I pour a little bit of bleach on a rag and I scrub the walls with all my elbow grease. When it looks spotless, it’s time to do the carpet. She always kept a carpet cleaner in her closet. When I go over there to check, I don’t see anything. There’s one more place she said she likes to keep it also. So I might go check it out. I walk up the stairs and turn the corner. There is no light switch or light up here so I use my phone flashlight.

I look in the spare/guest bedroom and it’s in there. It looked like she just got done cleaning the carpet because the carpet was still wet and the carpet cleaner was still plugged in. I go to unplug it and it took some force to rip it out of the socket, But it worked. The easiest way to take the cleaner down there is to wrap the cord around my shoulder and elbow so i don’t have to coil it up just to go down there. I take the carpet cleaner down stairs and plug it in to the nearest outlet I can find. I thought i heard a car pull up, I look out the crack in the curtains and I see a black suv in the parking lot. I panicked and watched for a little, it looked like they were arguing, luckley, they were just turning around. I take a sigh of relief because i didn’t know what they where doing. I walk back to the carpet cleaner thinking to myself what am i going to do with the body. I clean the body up and wrap her up in a blanket like a burrito. i stuff her into my trunk, thinking if i should throw her off a cliff into the ocean. As i was thinking about that, I had an even better idea. I should take her home and put her in my deep freezer, and i plan on eating her meat. Just like i did with the monkey. But I won’t be feeding her to my friends because I don’t want them to end up like her. She shouldn’t have told me that they found out it was monkey meat because this wouldn’t have happened. I didn’t want this to happen but it was for the better.