138 Use Whoever You Want! (1/2)

\”You can use whoever you want!\” Christopher said with a chuckle as he pointed his hands towards the secret passage on the center of the walls. \”The livestock on the left is mine since I'm on the left table. That means the right one is yours, of course.\” Christopher continued as he continued to sharpen his knives.

\”Wh-what are you talking about!?\” Francis then balled his fist as he cried those words out towards the still smiling Christopher. \”Are you asking us to fucking murder one of the people here?\”

\”Oh, don't worry about it! They've already forgotten who they are or why they're here! In fact, they've been so dirtied by all the shit all over their bodies that they pretty much can't recognize each other anymore!\” Christopher then laughed heartily, followed by the muffled chuckle of the policeman. Meanwhile, the people trapped on the walls of the room continued to wail even louder upon hearing what Christopher had just said. \”So, just pick anything, okay?\” Christopher said while looking at the policeman with a sharp gaze.

\”Sure. I just hope I'll get someone who's not that feisty!\” The policeman replied as he readies the veggies that he will use on his dish.

\”You...\” Francis said while pointing at the policeman. His eyes started to shake as his gaze alternated between the two cooks. \”You two are insane!\” The salesman then shook his head while trying his hardest to contain the disgust seeping from within him as his voice started to tremble. \”YOU DISGUST ME!\”

Kirstel simply looked at Francis with a panicked voice. \”W-we don't really have a choice, Francis! We have to do this!\”

Francis then slowly moved his gaze towards Kirstel, who's now gently wrapping her hands on his fat hands. \”Are you siding with these sick fucks just because you wanna ride on that policeman's dick!?\”

\”WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!?\” The nurse then pulled her hands away from the salesman as a scowl crept upon her face. \”I'm just telling the truth! Would you rather stay here forever, huh? HUH!? It's not like this is the first time we've killed someone!\”

\”I... I'm just...\” Francis uttered while shadows of regret began to cover his sweaty face. \”I'm just saying that maybe the policeman is unwilling to kill someone, you know?\” The salesman quickly changed his narrative and pointed his excuse towards the nonchalant-looking policeman.

\”I don't mind.\” The policeman responded to the salesman's words without even batting an eyelid.

\”Wh-what?\” The salesman said as I saw his despair slowly contorting the wrinkles on his face, further turning his now stressed face into something far more twisted than ever. \”What are you saying, man?\”

\”I'm saying, I don't mind killing for the challenge. So, can we move on already?\” The policeman then shrugged with tightened lips and tilted his head.

\”I agree. We've wasted enough time.\” Christopher said as he placed his now perfectly sharpened knives on his wooden and circular chopping board.

\”Just let them do it, Francis,\” Kirstel said as she reluctantly placed her hands on Francis's trembling shoulders.

\”I just can't believe we would willingly kill someone again just like what we did to Keizer.\” He said with a sigh as tears started to well upon his eyes.

\”But we didn't kill him, Francis.\” The nurse consoled while gently massaging the salesman's shoulder.

\”YES, WE DID!\” He screamed louder than he expected. He then gasped upon sensing the sudden outburst of his voice. \”Yes, we did... We killed him. You can fool yourself all you want that we didn't kill him, but we did! That's our decision, and that fucking monster just served as our weapon! We fucking killed that man, Kirstel! And now we're doing it again! Are you seriously asking me to say that I'm magically okay with murder when I'm here exactly because I'm fucking fed up with all the killing in that stupid fucking cult!? Heck, even when I willingly murdered my wife, I still fucking felt REMORE! Unlike you and these fucking psychos!\” Francis burst, making me see the very instance his mind broke. He started to bury his face deep into his sweaty palms while his back started to shake uncontrollably.

\”It's necessary, Francis...\” Kirstel replied with a sigh.

\”THEY'RE GOING TO COOK THEM, KIRSTEL! How is that necessary!?\” He said as his distorted expression showed a mixture of both anger and disgust, which further accentuated just how fed up Francis is with this whole dungeon fiasco. He does not at all wish to see another corpse in the body count that he will put in his resume to hell. He then started to sob as I saw his spit drooping from out of his mouth as he repeated, \”... how is that necessary...?\”