Chapter 14
CHAPTER
FOURTEEN
As I watch them leave, holding hands, I can’t help the jealousy that coils inside me. Marley belongs to me.
I chuckle to myself. They haven’t the faintest idea that they’ve been eating human meat this entire time from a girl we’re holding captive in the RV.
They truly believe we find work in every city we visit, but we actually just live off the humans we capture.
It’s a little chewy, but you just have to know how to cook and season it. It takes practice, but I think I’ve mastered it, since none of our victims have ever noticed how differently it tastes from regular beef.
Jared walks up behind me. “Are you going hunting?”
That’s the phrase we use when we are referring to following the people we plan on taking captive.
“There’s nothing else better to do.” I smirk at him.
“There’s a woman in there with no arms or eyes that we could fuck.”
“What’s the fun in that? We need fresh meat anyway,” I tell him.
“Feeding the campers we’ve met human flesh never gets old,” Jared snickers.
“I was thinking the same thing. It’s unprocessed. I can’t think of anything healthier.” I smirk back.
“Dude, you’re fifty shades of fucked up.”
“Like you’re any better,” I plainly say to him.
He laughs maniacally. “Well, don’t stay out too late, and don’t get caught. This one seems uncertain about us, very observant.”
“I always like a challenge.” My voice takes on a deeper edge.
He pats my shoulder and chuckles. “Enjoy yourself. We both know you get off the most on this part—the hunt,” he states as he heads to the RV to get some sleep.
Taking one more mouthful of the whiskey, I wait like a predator, giving them time to settle into their tent, wanting them to feel safe, blissfully unaware of the danger lurking near.