You freeze as the sound of sobbing reaches you. Listening hard you could barely here it, and as low as it was, they were very close. Curios, you glance back into the yard and in the shadow of the porch partially hidden by the stairs was what looked to be a dog house. Hidden where you were you were you couldn’t see who was crying.
Glancing back towards where you came from, you really want to get out of here now. You sit there trying to decide whether to investigate or not when you’re started by the houses screen door opening with a loud bang.
“Get your ass out here and get your food, Bitch.” You here someone yell.
Taking another quick look you could see an old woman in grease stained dress that at one time may have been white. If you were in a kind mood you’d describe her as having let herself go. In one hand she had what appeared to by a meat cleaver and in the other a dog food bowl.
“Get your Mexican ass out here I don’t have all day.” The old woman yells.
Angrily the woman stomps down the steps tossing the bowl onto the ground, “Get out her now before I go get Billy Rae.” The woman demands.
Even though you’d already seen what was in the smoke house, you find yourself suddenly nauseous as what appears to be a human hand blackened and scorched slides out of the bowl.
You then hear the sounds of chains moving as you see had human head pop out from the dog house.
“That’s right get on out here,” The foul woman cackles in delight “Yeah not too good for the like of us are you now.”
On her hands and knees the nude woman, started to crawl out of the dog house. You couldn’t see her face but her body, despite being dirty and bruised, was smoking hot. She was well tanned and her hair was the color of black silk. Her breasts were generous but not large, somewhere in the c range you think.
“You should be glad Tommy like his dark meat, or you might be hanging up like your pappy,” The old woman taunts.
Finally free of the Dog house, the woman sits back on her knees finally giving you a look at her face. With her perfect complexion and high arching eye browns, you bet more than one man had stroked himself to sleep thinking about her. But what was most arresting about her was the look of pure hate on her grief stricken face that was almost burning in its intensity.
Brandishing the meat cleaver the old woman snarls, “I’m gonna enjoy watching my boy teach you to heal, now eat up its all your going to get.”
With that the old women retreats up the steps and renters the house closing the screen door behind her. As her nemesis leaves the woman breaks out into a new round of sobs rolling up into a ball on the ground
Your now at a quandary, you don’t know this woman, and if you help her you might get caught here. Also you would most defiantly have to be constantly looking out for this Tommy character let alone the rest of his cannibalistic family. But could you go back to Tracy and Rebecca and just leave this girl to an unknown fate?
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