The interview

The author’s note: This story is grotesque. Don’t read it if you are offended by such stuff.

Your worst fear begins when you start to squirm… And I normally squirm for grotesque stuff….

‘You have come for the interview ma’am? ’, he asked me when I was going through my documents and placing them in the correct order.

‘Yes’, I replied blinking my eyes. He gave a smile and walked back to the room after indicating me to wait for some more time and called in another girl. I looked at another girl and asked her, ‘How’s the interview going on?’

‘I don’t know, nobody who’s gone inside have come out’ and I looked at her with raised brows and she continued, ‘and only ladies were called for this interview’ and I squirmed under fright.

‘I definitely smell a rat, lets sneak in and find out what’s going on? ’, she suggested and both of started to move close to the door. And I looked through a keyhole. I couldn’t see anything initially. It was all red, but slowly as the redness started to fade, I realized that its blood dripping slowly from the opposite end of the keyhole.

I was so frightened even to continue beyond that and I pulled back myself, explaining what I’ve seen to the other girl. She suggested that we should leave the place as soon as possible. Even before we could take an evasive action, two strong men appeared in front of us, and dragged us inside by holding our hair, even as she and I were battling for our escape. I was pulled to one corner and had my hands and feet bound by chains.

She was slowly dragged across to the interview table even as she showed some resilience by digging the ground with her nails, but all this turned into nail scratches on the ground long before she was lying on the interview table.

I looked across the room and found partially eaten bodies of girls when I realized that I was attending a cannibal interview. I screamed in fright when I looked to the other side. A girl was lying down with blood coming out from her mouth even as she was trying to tell me something. She caught hold of me and with great difficulty, asked my help to stop her bleeding.

Already her two hands were on her abdomen part, when I had to put both my hands which were tied together, onto her stomach. I felt something wriggling and by the time I could recognize that it’s her half mauled intestine, I pulled back my hands in fear.

I started to scream, but it seemed to die out in the thin air, and then suddenly stopped when I heard another girl scream. I looked towards the interview table and three big guys were mauling upon the poor girl.

One guy dug his mouth with his teeth into her tummy and bit the skin and pulled his head with such a force that the girl was lifted into the air ephemerally and she fell onto the table under her body weight, but before her tummy was torn and blood started to spurt all over.

Licking the blood on his face after spitting the skin, the man bent down onto her and started to eat the intestines with great relish. Two more guys joined him and one of them cut the tendon and ligament at the feet and as blood started to pour out, he started to drink it…..

‘Just stop it… its damn gross… grotesque… I don’t wanna hear about your interview… you could have simply said that you weren’t selected for it, and I would have taken it much more happily’ said Michelle throwing the pillow at me.

And I started to laugh. ‘Better don’t ask me questions from the next time onwards or you know what’s gonna happen…’ I winked and continued to smile.

‘Move on Michelle, we’ll have lunch…’ even as I started to pull her, she was reluctant. ‘Those intestine biting and wriggling things have made my intestines wriggle under this gross stuff, and you expect me to eat?’ she pushed me onto the bed with her hands on my neck and showing her teeth.

She was so strong that I couldn’t fight back and she lifted my shirt and bent down with her mouth wide open and bit it. ‘No…..’ I shouted and she looked towards me and winked. ‘Fool, I was kidding’, she said and for a moment ‘I had goose bumps you see’

Then we moved to the dining table and I pulled open the refrigerator door and put a dish onto the table.

‘What’s that black thing?’ Michelle asked.

‘Liver…’ I said even as I chopped a piece of it, and started to bite it, under all its yummy taste.