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From: "Pedro Vila" <pedro_vila@justreading.words>
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Subject: {ASSM} Sam Ped in "The Wrong Food Group"pt2 (extreme warning)
Date: Sat, 26 May 2001 05:10:02 -0400
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This story is a work of fiction and it involves
terrible things being done to a child.

If you are under age or it is illegal to
read of such things then please stop now!

This is a Pedro Vila story.

You have been warned.


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    Sam Ped in "The Wrong Food Group."  part two
    By Pedro Vila

   It was in an alley near the elementary schoolyard that I found the
boogyman scoping out candidates for abduction. Without looking at me, he
suddenly walked in the opposite direction from me and I had a gut feeling he
knew I was onto him.
   He tried to loose me and he had pretty good instincts for it too, but
this was my city and I knew all the angles. After a while at cat and mouse,
he gave up on trying to loose me and turned around to charge. He looked like
a gorilla or a wild type of simian but I was ready for him just the same.
   I ducked to the side at the last minute and landed a blow to the back of
his head as he passed by. He shook it and turned to charge again. I tried
the same move and everything went according to plan, or so I thought just
before I blacked out. Whatever he did, it was quick.

   I awoke on a chair with my hands tied behind me and my feet to the chair
legs. It was a good job. I couldn't move. I seemed to be sitting in a
kitchen with a large grill and a wooden table in the middle. I got shivers
when I remembered what this case was about. I wondered if they only ate
little girls or if I would be an exception. There was a small open cage to
the side and a broken doll sitting in it.
   My blood was beginning to boil. I tried the ropes some more. I couldn't
get any slack though. My mind started to spin at the thought of crying
little girls waiting to be eaten. It made me half crazy. The other half was
ready to kill these freaks of nature.
   I examined everything in the room hoping for a loose knife or something
to free myself with. I was at a blank far end of a kitchen like room which
looked converted from a garage. There were no windows though, and only one
door. In the middle of the room was a heavy looking pine table with four
chairs around it. I was on the fifth. Nothing fancy, but solid looking.
Beside the table on the right was a resturant type of grill. It was off.
   Across the table from me was a cabinet with a padlock on it. Probably
cooking knives were in there. I'd have to find a way to break that lock.
   To my left was a 4X4X4 foot cage with the broken doll inside. It was open
and there was no padlock on it It looked solid as well. The doll looked
halfway towards me with a broken eye, like it was blind and trying to find
the sound of my voice. It didn't have an owner anymore.
   I craned to look behind me. Nothing. No wait! A rusty nail sat in the
corner! I couldn't move my feet but I could hop the chair over. I figured I
could knock myself over to grab the nail sideways if I could just get it
away from the corner. I didn't have anywhere else to go right then so I just
kept on trying. I couldn't get the chair leg close enough with my arms and
legs bound to it like I was.
   I seemed to be going at it for hours and was getting pretty ranchy from
the extra sweat. By luck I was able to hop over the head and it went flying
out from under me. I hopped over and tilted over near it. A few more
sideways hops and had it.
   I jabbed at one spot repeatedly hoping I got a major load bearing part of
the rope. I didn't know how long it would take me or how far I was along,
when suddenly the door opened.
   In came five boogymen wearing black and carrying two large sacks all
together. They saw me laying and I jabbed the nail into my cuff fast when a
couple of them came over to grab me. I got a closer look at them. They were
dark skinned and big nosed. They actually looked less like cavemen and more
like pictures of Mayan people from long ago. Or maybe like some twisted Nazi
cartoon depicting a jewish person. The two righted me and went back to the
bags.
   They talked amongst themselves in some language that sounded like Hyenas.
Then I noticed the bags had bumps on them that moved. I spotted it just
before they put the contents of the bags in the cage. Two young girls
appeared with tape over their mouths and their hands taped behind their
backs. They were both in there underwear. Both blonde. Looking like sisters
with one older. I'd put the older one at eleven and the younger one at seven
years old. They were beautiful to look at but I turned when I heard
squeeking coming from the grill.
   The boogymen were turning it on. I turned back to the girls in sudden
realization and felt terrible for thinking about them the way I just did
before. The older one saw me and tried to say something to me. It all came
out a muffle though. I tried to twist about but couldn't hardly move still.
I shook my head at her to say I was helpless and she just started crying
again. The little one was crying too.
   I cried out also. "You fucking bastards!!" They all turned to me and one
smiled.
   Smiley came over to me and said in perfect english to my face, "You
shouldn't knock it until you've tried it." He slapped some tape over my
mouth ,then stepped back smiling still. I pulled out my nail and felt for
the spot I'd been trying to cut through. I found it and started jabbing
again.
   I looked at the door and waited for Captain Nickles and the whole police
force to come barging in to stop it. Captain Nickles must have missed his
stage cue and they didn't come.
   I figured the grill would take at least fifteen minutes to heat up and I
pocked as fast as I could at my rope. Satisfied with the grill, they all
walked to the cage and pulled the older girl out and carried her struggling
to the table. They held her good like they were used to this sort of thing.
Then each one in turn stepped away to strip. When they were all stripped and
erect, they yanked off what was left of her clothes and did a one potato two
potato thing to pick who would be first. I didn't think it would matter who
was first since they all looked identical to me.
   Then I watched in horrid facination as the poor girl was gang raped by
these boogymen from where the fuck ever they came from. I wondered how many
more of them there were in the world. Not too many if they eat their own
children.
   The spasming girl was held to the table on her back and her arms behind
her made her flat chest thrust upwards. Her hair was sticking to her eyes
from it being wet from sweat and tears. Her slim white legs looked whiter
with the darker things gabbing and pawing at her weaker body. She was passed
around them at least four times and was starting to bruise and tire out. Her
young skin glistened with the sheen of sweat.
   I had parts of myself that was secretly enjoying this. The rest of me
tried to vote them off the island. Her sister in the cage refused to watch.
I couldn't blame her. But then, I knew how this was going to end. Or at
least I thought I did.
   They picked her up from the table and she was too weak to struggle any
more. I wish she had because they were then carrying her to the grill.
Nobody had a knife or hammer and any tools what so ever. Oh shit!
   THEY WERE GOING TO COOK HER ALIVE!!!
   I tried to turn my head away. There was no part of me that wanted to see
this, but I couldn't look away. I couldn't yell. I turned to the door one
more time and hoped somebody was knocking on the dressing room door for the
policemens cue.
   The boogymen held the girls legs apart wide and lowered her crotch down
to the grill. The girl started to feel the heat and struggled harder then
she'd ever struggled in her short life. They held her down hard to the grill
and I heard a sickening sizzle. The child was held fast to the grill but
jerked uncontrollably enough to make random hands slip off of her for a
second here and there. But she couldn't concentrate as her crotch and legs
burned with a torturous intensity and wasn't even aware of having slipped
hands off of her.
   I had to work hard not to puke into my mouth so much I would choke to
death. I felt some relief as the poor girl finally went unconscious. The
smell could have made my stomach growl had I not known where it just came
from. Then the boogymen pulled her off and laid her on her back on the table
with her legs still spread. The whole underside was dark brown and had
patches of blood running down from cracks running where she wiggled herself.
   I never saw a knife or fork. They all just bent down and bit large bites
of the little girls cooked flesh off and chewed like gourmets. Her chest was
still heaving. I sat dazed as I stared at the horror movie scene in front of
me. I felt a sudden jab on my wrist and realized I'd stuck myself with the
rusty nail. That snapped me out of it and my arms started to drop.
   I was free!
   I didn't bother to hide my hands, I just bent down to undo my legs as I
kept glaring at the cruel things in front of me. They didn't even bother to
look at me. They were in there own little heaven. I was about to show them
hell.


   That was the last thing I remembered. I blacked out and when I came back,
I was holding a phone and a voice was saying, "Stay on the line. We'll be
right there."
   I looked around and saw the door to the place I last remembered. I
dropped the phone and went back inside. It was a mess. There were five
bodies laying on the floor with pools of blood by some. Then girl on the
table wasn't breathing anymore and I threw my coat over her. I probably
could have given her CPR, but I thought this was better. She would be
crippled physically and emotionally. I turned to the child still in the
cage. She was in shock and I carried her out of the room.
   I gently pulled off the tape from her mouth and arms and held her. She
was lovely to hold and I felt nothing sexual for her. Those demons were
still there in me, but they were in moarning from the loss of the other
beautiful creature back in the room. They left us alone.
   When the cops did show, the tiny girl had put her arms around me and held
me tightly. Nobody tried to pull her away.
   When Nickles came up to us, he was smiling slyly. "Your a hero, Sam.
Front page news. Your picture is going to be plastered all over this city.
They're going to know everything about you."
   Yeah, everything. The pedophile detective. Hanging around and protecting
your children. Yeah, you can trust him. Except allot of people think it's
worse to fuck children then it is to kill them. I would be just as bad as
those sick fucks in the room behind me in their eyes. No way.
   Nickles started to walk away. "Nickles." I called him back. "I don't want
to be the hero here. I just wanted to save the girls. Lets keep this quiet,
okay?"
   Nickles was smiling hard now. Like a cat who had just caught the mouse. I
figured it out. He knew I couldn't stand up to public scrutiny. He was going
to take all the credit for capturing the boogymen and I was getting nothing.
No credit and no money. He knew it'd be like that all along.
   A social worker took the clinging little girl from my arms and she clung
to her then and that was the last I saw of her.
   "Tell you what." Nickles said to me. "You get out of here right now and
we won't charge you with anything."
   "Charge me with what? Doing your job?" I countered.
   Nickles dropped the smile. "Do you know how you killed those men in
there? Let's just say it wasn't your normal style. You don't want to be
connected with with that sort of violence now, would you?"
   I didn't tell him I couldn't remember anything. It didn't matter. If it
was that bad, it'd be best not to have anyone know I was capable of such
things. I needed my record clean if I was to be the kind of detective I
neede to be.
   I left.
   The office still smelled and I remembered my heartbreak over Missy. I was
numb and it seemed like nothing now. I went to sleep.
   Tommorrow was another day.

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