sinister. She looked every bit the sultry vixen he’d followed around the sex club, desperate to meet. He began stroking himself again as he took in Alicia’s long thick legs and voluptuous hips and remembered how they’d felt and how they’d tasted.
Then the next photo flashed onto the screen. It was a picture of Alicia taken the day she’d been admitted to the hospital, after Joseph had eaten her breasts down to the ribcage, unable to control himself. Next came a photo taken at Alicia’s home. It was of her skeleton, picked clean, not an ounce of flesh remaining. Joseph stared at it and stroked himself more vigorously, tugging at his hardened flesh, remembering every moment of his last days with Alicia, how she’d begged him to eat every morsel of her flesh. She said she’d wanted to be part of him forever. He closed his eyes and recalled Alicia’s drowsy smile just before she succumbed to the drugs and the blood loss and the trauma of being slowly cannibalized. Her eyes had looked so peaceful. So beautiful. Joe wished she was here with him now … so he could fuck and eat her all over again.
Seven
“Hey! He’s jacking off in there! That sick fuck! Pull him out of there!” the CO said. He was in the booth with the professor and the SORT guys behind lead-lined glass to protect them from the sterilizing radiation from the PET scan.
“No! The experiment is not finished,” the professor answered.
“He’s getting off on this shit! What kind of experiment is it? Are you showing this sicko porn movies?” the CO asked.
“In a sense.”
“What? You trying to see what turns this twisted fucker on?”
“Yes, in a way, that’s exactly what I’m doing.”
The large corrections officer’s jaw dropped and his eyes bulged like they were ready to pop. “Y- you’re doing what? Does the warden know about this shit?”
The professor sighed. “Officer?”
“Belton.”
“Officer Belton, do you have any idea how much it costs to house a federal inmate?”
The burly corrections officer shook his head.
“It costs between twenty-seven and thirty-five thousand dollars a year. Now, do you know how much I’m paying the state of Washington for access to Joseph Miles? We have received hundreds of thousands in grant money and most of that is going directly to you guys. I’m paying your salary right now as we speak and if I don’t get what I want I’ll use all my influence to have Joseph transferred to another facility where the officers are more accommodating. My grant money will leave with me. It would then be your duty to explain my departure to the warden.”
The professor never raised his voice. His tone remained calm and non-threatening, but there was no doubt that he had just issued a very pointed threat.
“You win, Doc. You and your psycho can have your little peepshow. But I’m telling the warden about it.”
“Be my guest, Officer Belton.”
Inside the big computerized tomography scanner, Joe smiled.
Eight
Back in his cell, Joe watched a guard slide mail through the slot in his door. It was a small stack of ten letters. There were fewer and fewer letters every day as Joe’s name faded from the headlines. At one time he’d received fifty or sixty letters a day from the curious. Most he never answered. Joe felt uncomfortable being a celebrity and found the idea of gaining fans by eating the woman he loved more perverse than the act itself. There were a few he answered, like Selene, the nude model who’d visited him in jail and fed him her nipple; a few “long pigs” he’d recognized from the now defunct long pig message board—long pig being the slang for human flesh (Joe often wondered what made these people tick … what made someone volunteer to be someone else’s dinner?); and several doctors, scientists, and professors—including Professor Theodore Acker, a psychologist from one of the big Ivy League colleges in Boston who was a rival of Dr.
Then the next photo flashed onto the screen. It was a picture of Alicia taken the day she’d been admitted to the hospital, after Joseph had eaten her breasts down to the ribcage, unable to control himself. Next came a photo taken at Alicia’s home. It was of her skeleton, picked clean, not an ounce of flesh remaining. Joseph stared at it and stroked himself more vigorously, tugging at his hardened flesh, remembering every moment of his last days with Alicia, how she’d begged him to eat every morsel of her flesh. She said she’d wanted to be part of him forever. He closed his eyes and recalled Alicia’s drowsy smile just before she succumbed to the drugs and the blood loss and the trauma of being slowly cannibalized. Her eyes had looked so peaceful. So beautiful. Joe wished she was here with him now … so he could fuck and eat her all over again.
Seven
“Hey! He’s jacking off in there! That sick fuck! Pull him out of there!” the CO said. He was in the booth with the professor and the SORT guys behind lead-lined glass to protect them from the sterilizing radiation from the PET scan.
“No! The experiment is not finished,” the professor answered.
“He’s getting off on this shit! What kind of experiment is it? Are you showing this sicko porn movies?” the CO asked.
“In a sense.”
“What? You trying to see what turns this twisted fucker on?”
“Yes, in a way, that’s exactly what I’m doing.”
The large corrections officer’s jaw dropped and his eyes bulged like they were ready to pop. “Y- you’re doing what? Does the warden know about this shit?”
The professor sighed. “Officer?”
“Belton.”
“Officer Belton, do you have any idea how much it costs to house a federal inmate?”
The burly corrections officer shook his head.
“It costs between twenty-seven and thirty-five thousand dollars a year. Now, do you know how much I’m paying the state of Washington for access to Joseph Miles? We have received hundreds of thousands in grant money and most of that is going directly to you guys. I’m paying your salary right now as we speak and if I don’t get what I want I’ll use all my influence to have Joseph transferred to another facility where the officers are more accommodating. My grant money will leave with me. It would then be your duty to explain my departure to the warden.”
The professor never raised his voice. His tone remained calm and non-threatening, but there was no doubt that he had just issued a very pointed threat.
“You win, Doc. You and your psycho can have your little peepshow. But I’m telling the warden about it.”
“Be my guest, Officer Belton.”
Inside the big computerized tomography scanner, Joe smiled.
Eight
Back in his cell, Joe watched a guard slide mail through the slot in his door. It was a small stack of ten letters. There were fewer and fewer letters every day as Joe’s name faded from the headlines. At one time he’d received fifty or sixty letters a day from the curious. Most he never answered. Joe felt uncomfortable being a celebrity and found the idea of gaining fans by eating the woman he loved more perverse than the act itself. There were a few he answered, like Selene, the nude model who’d visited him in jail and fed him her nipple; a few “long pigs” he’d recognized from the now defunct long pig message board—long pig being the slang for human flesh (Joe often wondered what made these people tick … what made someone volunteer to be someone else’s dinner?); and several doctors, scientists, and professors—including Professor Theodore Acker, a psychologist from one of the big Ivy League colleges in Boston who was a rival of Dr.
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