Home Cooked Karen

All she could make out were darkened images of people, moving about, pushing large carts of some sort. Some of them stood still, apparently, looking in. Suddenly, it hit her. She was in a holding tank. Just like a lobster tank at a grocery store. She took a step back and looked at the mirror in horror. Her frightened face looked back at her as she inched her way deeper into the room. Karen tripped and fell back over a woman who was curled up in a little ball on the floor. A tall woman offered her a hand up and lifted Karen to her feet. The woman Karen tripped over continued to stay in a little ball not even flinching.

"I'm Deborah. Try not to move around to much. Out of sight, out of mind. If you catch my drift." Karen looked at Deborah with a frightened and confused face.

"How long have you been here?" Karen said quietly.

"Three days. I was on a blind date and when we went back to his apartment, I was knocked unconscious and taken here."

Karen fell into Deborahs arms crying and in need of comfort. Deborah held her tight and they rocked back and fourth slowly. Deborah rubbed Karens back and re-assured her that everyting would be alright. Just then the door opened and a few sturdy men entered the room. They lifted one of the women to her feet and she began to struggle and fight back, but they over powered her and took her out quickly. Karen peered out the door in the short time it was open, and saw many people... men and women and even children, standing in front of the room, all of them looking and pointing in. All of them smiling and laughing.

Deborah whispered into Karens ear, "They get to pick out the ones they want. If you appear to be sickly or dying, you most likley wont be picked out. But I over heard the employees assuring customers that all of the women in the tank are fresh and healthy. They add new ones every day. And every day, almost 99 percent of the women are bought. I'm still here because I stay out of sight. You should too." And with that, Deborah let go of Karen and left to find a secluded spot in the back of the room. The door opened again and another woman was drug out.

This time she didn't fight back or resist being taken. The door closed shut and a few moments later, everyone in the store and in the tank heard her screams of pain and agony. Oh god, thought Karen. They must be butchering her alive. All the women in the tank fell silent, knowing what had just happened. within a couple of minutes, the door opened again and the men drug out another woman, kicking and screaming on her way out. Karen stayed at the back of the room. A half hour passed and then the door opened again, this time a customer entered with the employees. They all made their way to the back of the room. The young man was well built, and very hansom. Karen turned her head away and he passed her by. She looked back at him as he stopped at Deborah. Deborah kneeled down and began to pray. The man whispered something to the men and they lifted Deborah up. Deborah didn't fight back, but she didn't walk along with them either. They drug her out of the room and the Man followed with a satisfied look on his face, proud of his purchase. Karen realised that staying back was no longer going to help. An hour passed and the doors opened once again. A woman in her late thirties entered. Her hair swept up in a french twist. She was dripping with jewels and she wore a fur coat. She walked around, looking each woman over closely until her eyes came to rest on Karen. Karen lowered her eyes, and the woman lifted her chin up. Karen faced the woman with total fear and also hatred in her eyes. The woman slowly reached out and tucked Karens hair behind her ears, then began to fondle Karens firm supple breasts. She ran her hand through Karens soft hair and then she caressed Karens cheek.

"I'll take this one.", said the woman.

"Okay. Fine choice.", said the man.

With that he lifted Karen up and slung her over his shoulder. Karen looked around the room and received nothing but looks of pity. They all left the room and Karen knew it was all soon going to be over with. She just hoped that she wasn't going to be butchered. She was laid in the cart and her hands and ankles were fastened together with a cuff so she couldn't run or fight back.

At the counter she glanced at the register and it priced her at three thousand dollars. The woman payed with her card and an employee assisted her out to her car. Karen was taken out into the parking lot and soon lowered into the trunk of the womans white mercedes. The door was slammed shut and Karen listened as the woman said thank you and the clerk said enjoy your meal. Then she heard the door shut and the engine start. The ride seemed to take forever. All the more time for Karen to think of terrible scenarios in her head. What if she was going to be barbequed? What If she was going to be butchered when she got to the woman's home? Karen waited in misery with nothing but unpleasant scary thoughts racing through her mind.

Finally the car slowed down and Karen knew that the car was in a residential area. The car came to a stop and Karen heard a garage door open, then she felt the car creep on in, and then finally the garage door start to close.

The woman opened the trunk and pulled Karen out by her hair. Karen struggled to stay on her feet, but fell to the ground as she was pulled out. The woman lifted her up by her hair and then pulled her into her house. Once inside, Karen looked around in total fear. It was a very nice house, over looking the beach. It was well furnished and had a fresh odor to it. The woman pushed Karen on the couch and Karen laid helplessly.

Just then the door opened and the woman's daughter and a few of her friends entered. They all saw Karen and giggled as they made their way to the girls room. The woman went into the kitchen and left Karen alone. Karen took the opportunity to try and escape, but the cuffs on her ankles only allowed her to hop along. She made her way to the front door and to her suprise, it opened and a teenage boy with a hockey stick came in. He pushed Karen back, making her fall to the carpet. Then he held the blade of the stick to her throat pinning her down.

"Where do you think your going?", said the kid.

Karen managed to get to her knees and she said to him, "Please, if you let me go, I'll have sex with you. Just please, help me. I beg of you."

"I can have sex with you if I want to anyways." he snapped back.

And with that, he took her by her hair and dragged her to his room. He slammed the door shut and tossed her on his bed. She looked around and noticed many hockey trophies and posters.

"So, you a huge hockey fan?" Karen asked. "My favorite team is the...the...Los Angeles Kings. Wayne Gretzkys team."

"Ohhh no. Huh huh" the guy laughed, " You're not tricking me with flattery or conversation. Besides, the great ones not on the Kings anymore. He's not even playing."

Karen shut her mouth and lay back on his bed. It was over shortly and he whispered in her ear...."All that made me build up an appetite...your gonna help fix that as well."

He rolled off of her, put his clothes back on and led her out of his room. He took her down the hall and knocked on his sisters door. She answered and he said, "Jen, she's all yours."

Jen and her friends took Karen to the bathroom to clean her up. As they bathed Karen, they gossiped about schoolmates and they talked about shopping, totally ignoring all of Karen's begging and crying. Then they washed her hair thoroughly then dryed her off.

Karen began to give up on the chance of getting any help from any one of them. They all led Karen out and down the hall to the kitchen. Karen glanced at the walls. Family pictures hung from the walls and everything about the house seemed normal and perfect. Karen was confused, but most of all, afraid. How could this be happening to her? She had just been bought.

Bought like a pice of meat. Bought like a live lobster. The family that bought her to eat her appeared to be a normal family. Nothing about this made any sense. Before she knew it, Karen was laying on a large counter, and her body was being oiled again. The siblings were out watching TV and Karen was alone with the woman again.

"Please. Why are you doing this to me? I haven't done anything to you. Please...."

The woman ignored Karen and kept slicing vegtables and garlic. Karen began to cry again and looked around the kitchen. Hanging above her was a large selection of knives. To the right of her was a large grill and on the other side of the fridge was a large oven. Then Karen turned her head over and spotted a large cauldron sitting in a large fire place. She closed her eyes and contemplated which method of cooking she would have to endure. Tears trickled down her face and pooled in her ears. The woman took a paper towel and wiped her tears and then poured oil all over Karens face. The kids entered and all of them stood around Karen, looking at her.

"Did Monica and Sandra go home?" the woman asked.

"Yeah, they're having steak at Sandras house." replied Jen.

"Good, more for us!" snapped the boy.

"You people are so fucking sick." said Karen.

They all stopped talking and looked at Karen in shock. The mother slapped her face hard and fast and said, "How dare you use that language around my children!"

The kids just started laughing and again, all were in a good mood. All of them except Karen. Both Jen and her brother lifted the freshly oiled Karen, and they all carried her to the cauldron. They dunked her in feet first and the boy held her down firmly so she couldnt get out. Jen lit the fire benieth the pot and her mother threw the fresh vegtables in the pot. Karen felt the water warm up and also the soothing of the brothers hands. He stroked her hair gently...caressed her cheeks... and fingered her soft ears. Jen just stood watching...her mouth watering.

"I can't wait to sink my teeth into a thigh." she said.

"I cant wait to bite into a breast!"

Jen smirked at her brothers comment and replied, "Is boobs all you guys think about?"

They both started laughing, much to Karen's humiliation. Karen sat in the pot, tears trickling down her cheeks. The water started to become uncomfortably hot. Karen squirmed and tried her hardest not to squeel or scream. She did manage to speak softly though saying..."So where's your father?"

The mother swiftly came over and slapped Karen's face. "How dare you speak of their father! God bless his soul. He was killed in a car accident last year. And if you say another word, about him or anything, your cooking process is going to last much longer. So keep a lid on it. Got it?"

Karen nodded. Finally the water came to a rolling boil. The heat was so intense and Karen was starting to lose all feeling in the submerged parts of her body. She made gurgling sounds as she died, and they all watched patiently as she closed her eyes and made a small splash for the last time. After she was done cooking, they pulled her out and laid her out on a platter and served her in the dining room. All of them agreed that they had a delicious meal.