Hoarder (10 page)

Keith was reluctant to accept the food/love offering. It wasn’t just disgusting, it would solidify her bond to him to have her
love
inside his belly.

“No, really, I can’t.”

“Take it!”

Missy’s outburst was so extreme, Keith knew he had better take what she offered. She might bite his head off otherwise, in a few big chomps like her sloppy sandwich. He reached out and took hold of the ham sandwich. Immediately, his hand was spotted with cockroaches seeking escape from their breaded prison. Keith shook his hand, some of the roaches falling off. It took all of his effort not to drop the sandwich.

Missy picked up her half eaten sandwich. She didn’t see the pumpkin guts hanging off the bottom slice, but Keith did. He wasn’t about to say anything about it, though. “What do you say?”

“Thank you?”

“You’re welcome,” Missy replied in a soft voice Keith found uncharacteristic of her, dare he call her tone seductive. Of course it was followed by the expected shout. “Yummy-yum for your tummy-tum!”

Missy took another big bite of her sandwich, now with an added hint of pumpkin. Her eyelids fluttered in sweet food bliss. “Mmm-mmmm!”

Keith looked at Missy’s hoard-made sandwich in his hand, and it wasn’t
mmm-mmmm
he thought. It was
barf-barf
.

As Keith was contemplating what to do with the ham sandwich in the kitchen, an escape attempt was in progress in the living room.

Dani’s head peeked over the edge of the nest, in the same spot she had fallen from. There were two beads of blood on her cheek, a one-inch gash on her forehead that wasn’t deep enough to bleed, and a nick on her chin that was the deepest new injury.

She considered herself lucky that only a mirror had landed on her face. Will had not been so lucky across this same room.

Dani saw that the rocky coast was clear in the living room. She could hear the occasional squeals from Missy as Keith kept her occupied in the kitchen, but she couldn’t follow their conversation. This was her chance.

Dani climbed out of Missy’s nest. There were no charging cats to trigger a fall this time. When Dani stood atop the living room hoard, she looked around for an escape.

The dining room and basement beyond were out of the question. She turned around, and looking across the room she saw the foyer that Missy had entered from. The front door and escape were just beyond her sight, but looking back over her shoulder, Dani saw that the foyer was in line with the dining room. If she climbed her way toward the foyer, she risked being seen from where she knew Missy was. It wasn’t a risk she wanted to take.

Dani continued to circle as she looked for another way out. Between two towering bookcases across the room, Dani saw a stack of furniture that stood nearly ten feet tall, much of it sideways and upside down. She focused harder on the furniture pile, and noticed light was shining between the interlocked legs and wood panels.

The furniture was jammed together in a hallway. The entrance was heavily blocked, but it was still a hallway, and a possible way out of the living room.

Dani had her destination, and she started for it, heading around the edge of the nest. She nearly passed another cat in a cage that was obscured by old speakers leaning against two sides and a sheet of webs over the front bars. Dani stopped for it, tearing through the webs with no hesitation to open the cage, furious that this cat had to keep the constant company of spiders and other pests.

On further consideration, spiders might make for better company than Missy. What Dani had witnessed of Missy’s behavior while being trapped in the nest with her for a few minutes had been shocking. You only had to look around Missy’s house and at the neglected cats to know she wasn’t right in the head. To see Missy’s psychoses in action - her boisterous bullying, her delusional fantasies, her molesting fingers and tongue – painted a far more terrifying picture of her. The kind of painting done by John Wayne Gacy. It might look like a happy clown, but it was hiding something far more sinister under its smiling surface.

Dani sought her escape as the cat did the same.

Missy swallowed a big mouthful of chewy goodness, in a state of ecstasy. Her head was tilted up, her eyes were closed, and she let out a low moan. Her pleasure was so great, it was becoming an erotic moment. She always ate for gratification, never for nutrition. Missy knew her pleasure eating gave her great curves. All them nutritionist nuts looked like sickly string beans. What was so healthy about that?

Missy lowered her head and noticed that Keith had not taken a bite of his sandwich, the most delicious sandwich in the world that she had put so much love, not to mention hard work and lots of money, into making for him.

“Eat up!” Missy encouraged him.

“No thanks, I…”

Missy seized Keith’s right wrist in a vice grip. All he had to do was take one bite and he’d see how yummy it was, and then he’d gobble the rest and give her a kiss smack on the lips for it. His breath might smell like ham, but that was okay. She loved ham, too!

Missy pushed Keith’s hand and sandwich toward his mouth. His arm resisted her, but she was fourteen inches taller and one hundred forty-two pounds heavier than him. She had no problem guiding his hand exactly where she wanted it to go.

“We don’t waste food here. Eat it, it’s good for you.”

“Not good!” Keith cried.

Keith pursed his lips closed when the ham sandwich came upon them. Missy knew a way to open his lips. She stomped on Keith’s left foot as hard as she could. He opened his mouth to yell and Missy stuck the sandwich where it was meant to go. She shoved it in as much as she could so he could get the most flavorful bite possible. A protein pellet climbed out from between the bread and ran up Keith’s face.

“Bite before you choke on it.”

Keith bit through the bread and meat, yellowish mustard juice running down his chin. Missy freed Keith’s wrist. He’d finish the sandwich now for sure. And he better. This was turning out to be far more work than she intended. This was like teaching a baby how to eat.

“There you go! Chew it good.”

Keith chewed, and chewed, and chewed, and Missy got irritated with his squished up face. He was trying to pretend he didn’t enjoy it!

“Swallow.”

Keith gulped the big bite down. Bigger than Keith’s grimace was Missy’s grin.

“See? Wasn’t that yummy yummy yummy yummy yummy?”

Missy closed her eyes and took another joyous bite of her syrupy sandwich. She was so excited that they were eating together, her bosoms tickled. She didn’t notice Keith’s reply, which was a retch.

Keith dropped his ham sandwich, shivering with nausea. Missy was watching.

Oh, that ungrateful little punk
, Missy thought as her mirthful eyes took on a hard glare. She spoke with her mouth full, which was allowed because she had something important to say. She sprayed little bits of her sandwich into his face, and she hoped a chunk would land in his mouth so he could eat that, too.

“You will eat my sandwich.”

Keith made a yuck face as he spit out two words. “Can’t. Poison.”

“We don’t waste here. Pick it up.”

This boy was turning into a sniveling scallywag, and he did what all scallywags do, he tried to slither away from her. He hadn’t finished a full turn before she got her hand around his left wrist. He was forcing her to hold him tighter.

“Pick! It! Up!”

Missy increased her grip and liked the feel of grinding tendons and bones. She heard and felt a satisfying crack in Keith’s wrist.

“Okay!” the scallywag cried.

Missy relaxed her grip but didn’t release her hold on him. He wasn’t going to wiggle his way away from her. She allowed him to squat and retrieve the ham sandwich off of the floor. The sandwich had stayed together during its fall. That was because Missy made her sandwiches with love and magic.

Missy saw Keith looking at his rescued ham sandwich, and then she saw that sandwich flying right at her. She felt the cold, wet slap of her jiffy meal right in her face. In her surprise, he got out of her grip.

Keith spun away from his captor. Missy delivered a right hook to Keith’s face from behind, and she watched him drop onto his back. Her left hand never lost hold of her sandwich.

Missy knew she could knock some sense into this one. She held out hope that they could be friends, special friends. She just had to calm him down and show him how things worked in her house. Plus, she wanted to rub it in a bit and show him what a treat he was missing.

“If you won’t eat with me, you can just sit there until I’m finished.”

Missy stepped over Keith’s head and sat down. Keith instinctively lifted his injured left hand in protest and she sat on that, too. Whatever had cracked in his wrist before now broke. She felt the break, between her legs, and that was also satisfying. He squirmed for freedom and breath between her muscular thighs.

Missy squirmed too as she consumed the rest of her chocolate syrup and peanut butter special. She moaned from the sensations. Her tingles were getting lower. She was
rubbing… it… in!

Missy licked the dark brown syrup off of her fingers with a satisfied smirk.

“So good,” Missy moaned. Now that she was finished with her jiffy meal, it was time to entertain her playmate again. She stood up and looked down at his sweet face.

Keith remained on his back, gasping for air and gurgling blood. His already busted nose was further flattened. His left hand rested by his head, cocked at an awkward angle at the wrist. Missy figured he was just playing possum with her, which wasn’t nice. He should be showing appreciation for her hospitality and home cooked meal.

“I told you I don’t waste,” Missy reiterated.

Missy picked up the fallen ham sandwich, which was glued together with its special sauce. She sat back down on the same seat. Keith’s head shook in protest until the weight of Missy’s ass settled on it.

Missy took a bite of Keith’s forfeited sandwich. It was so good she wondered why she had offered it away in the first place.

“That’s delicious! Your loss,” Missy directed down between her legs.

Missy continued to consume the second sandwich, stopping to giggle when the tickling down below got too great. He wasn’t going to get any of her yummy-yummy sandwich, but he just might get gravy on his face! Missy wiggled, and then disappointment set in when he slowed down beneath her. She thought a young whippersnapper like him shouldn’t tire out so easily. Must be all those video games kids played today, that was what they always said on those catty TV shows she watched and swore by.

It never occurred to Missy that he might be suffocating.

Missy took the final two bites together, wiping her messy hands on her clothes. She never forgot to wipe her hands off after she ate. She prided herself on being a clean person.

Missy stood up from her meal, fully gratified, and looked down at her guest. He was no longer squirming. In fact, he didn’t appear to be moving at all. She thought he looked adorable all sleepy like that, like a baby kitten. That was good because she was planning on seeing him sleeping every night now, right next to her in her majestic bed.

“You can nap now, Keith. We’ll find your Fiddlesticks later. I need a drinkie-poo.”