Posted by Sawney Beane on July 10, 2007 at 22:17:22:
The Collected Works of Sawney Beane: Volume #114
TOMORROW
by Sawney Beane
31 July, 8 August 2004
1,402 words
DISTRIBUTION NOTICE and DISCLAIMER: Sawney Beane requests that any distribution of this work of fiction remain within the realm of social responsibility. This story is suitable neither for minors nor for the seeming majority of adults who have difficulty distinguishing fantasy from reality. It is pure fantasy, which means that, for whatever reason, someone has found it interesting to think about the events depicted herein. It does not in any way mean that the author would like to see this fantasy become reality, so if you are the type of person who might be swayed into doing something irrational by reading a work of fiction, the author respectfully requests that you decline to read further.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Sawney Beane, originally a native of Edinburgh, lived for twenty-five years in a cave on the coast of County Galloway, subsisting on the flesh of unfortunate travellers, roughly a thousand of them all told. He and his wife raised a large family of eight sons, six daughters, eighteen grandsons, and fourteen granddaughters. Eventually, the family was captured, and the whole lot was brutally and unjustifiably tortured and executed without trial. Since his death in the early 17th century, Beane has reformed his ways and now confines his atrocities to his literary endeavours.
WARNING: This story contains scenes of consensual snuff and gynophagia. If you find such things offensive, please steer clear; you have been warned.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: An image, a feeling, a philosophical question, a story.
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I lie here on the table, my vulnerable body trembling uncontrollably, wondering about tomorrow. Will the sun rise tomorrow? Will people laugh and cry and dream tomorrow? Will there even be a tomorrow? Will the world go on...without me?
I am waiting. The full force of the fate I have brought upon myself threatens to crush me before I can face my destiny. I am sad and embarrassed at my weakness, my inability to behave as I imagined I would. I want to be here; I have always wanted to be here, but I want to run. I want to run on legs that cannot even stand.
When Maria was placed on the block, I stood with Anna watching, trying not to give in to the overpowering emotions of the moment, Maria's last moment. All three of us were doomed, all three naked, shaved, and sparkling clean. Maria planned to be the first to lose her head, but Anna and I had also volunteered for the same fate, so Maria's end was just a preview for us.
Maria took it better than I did. She walked to the block, her arms, like Anna's and mine, tied securely behind her. She did not protest; she did not cry; she smiled out at the cheering crowd of one hundred ravenous men. She laid her body out on the wooden platform serenely. Her head extended beyond the edge, and her slender neck stretched across the bloody block. All was well. Anna looked on with a serious expression but no concern in her eyes.
I did not see the beheading of Maria's beautiful brown body because I lost my head first. I felt my eyes flutter, and a scream and moan escaped my lips simultaneously as my body collapsed into a crumpled heap on the floor.
When I woke up, I was here on this table. I can hear the cheers from outside the door of this small room from the bigger room in which the evening's activity are occurring. I am calmer, more relaxed, but I know my body will not be my ally this evening.
I hear a horrible thump from the room next door, and I know instinctively that Anna is gone. Now I am the only one. They will be coming for me soon.
Indeed, they are already here. The strong muscular body of Jason blocks the light from the open doorway. He has come to retrieve me and deliver me to the chopping block. He places a gentle hand on my wrist and speaks quietly to me.
"Laura, you don't have to do this, you know?" Jason says tenderly.
"No!" I say quickly, too quickly. "I wanted this; it was my idea; I will go."
Jason smiles grimly at my determination and nods almost imperceptibly. He holds my arms firmly and helps me to sit up, my legs swinging next to the steel butchering table. I will return to this place soon, I know-most of me will.
Jason helps me to stand, holding my arms and shoulders to support my weight. He releases me slightly to allow me to walk to my fate. I get as far as the doorway before my legs buckle.
My body, not knowing it is I who has betrayed it, is still struggling to be free. It has resorted to playing dead. I can't make my arms and legs move properly. My body has immobilized me. I lay on the ground with tears of frustration pouring from my eyes.
Jason leans over me again. "No one will blame you if you back out, Laura. Anna and Maria will be more than enough to feed everyone."
He is trying to help, but I panic. I stare across the room to the bloody block. I see the heads of my two best friends, mounted on a shelf next to the block. They are facing me, their glazed eyes open and staring accusingly at me. A look of peacefulness on their faces, but nonetheless they are beckoning me to continue. It was our shared dream, and we have to share it. If I back out, I could not live with myself.
"No, Jason, I have to go with them!" I cry, my eyes moistening his shoulders. "I really want this, really I do! But I can't walk. Jason, you have to carry me, please."
Jason nods again and effortlessly picks me up in his strong arms. I love him now more than ever. Jason is the kindest man that ever lived. He will do anything for me, and I love him. I only wish I had been nicer to him when he was my boyfriend.
The one hundred men, quite a lot of them, mean something to me. They were my friends, boyfriends, lovers, crushes, and admirers. Each of them is something to Maria, Anna, or me, many of them to more than one of us. It is so nice to be able to give them all a treat. The three of us planned it all and invited the guests and arranged the catering. It was so much work all leading to this. And now I am reduced to a bundle in the arms of a man I once mistreated, but he doesn't hold any of it against me, and I love him. I hope he gets something good from me today at least.
I feel like a tiny child, a puppy, a kitten. I am small compared to Jason's handsome bulk, but it is my helplessness that makes me feel this way. I can see the block getting closer, ever closer. I can see the succulent gorgeous bodies of my two best friends, in a pile heaped on a sheet next to the block. Maria's flawless mocha-coloured skin, small body, and large breasts contrast nicely with tall Anna's milky-white skin, large meaty athletic limbs, and smaller perky breasts. I am intermediate to the two of them in all respects with my dark hair and tanned skin, moderately-sized trembling breasts, and medium height. We will be quite a feast.
As I look at the two corpses of my friends, heaped in a pile with tender limbs intertwined, I know that I will join them. I am impatient to be with them there, waiting to be taken back to the butchering table I have just come from. Perhaps Jason will carry me back as well.
Jason lays me gently on the block face down. I look up and can still see the faces of my decapitated friends. Their expressions seem less accusatory now, merely inviting. I can also see the empty mount next to Anna and can almost imagine the face that will soon reside there.
Jason adjusts my position, so that my slender neck is squarely on the blood-stained wooden surface. He pulls my long hair away from my neck and exposes my vulnerable neck. It is hard to believe that my life is so close to its end.
I am still worried about tomorrow. Will it still happen without me? Perhaps I am silly to worry. Two girls have died today and reality seems to be moving forward normally. But perhaps I am different; perhaps everything will end when I do. When the lights go out will there still be light somewhere? Someone needs to snuff me to stop these thoughts!
I am still trembling, but one benefit of my body's desperate limpness strategy is that all of my muscles are very relaxed. I can barely feel my toes. I am a wet paper doll now. I am doomed, but I can still smile.
My body is making me fear, but I know there will be no pain. Maria's ex-boyfriend Eugene is manning the blade, and he is very careful with his axe. When I give the word, my world will end, quickly and painlessly as Maria's and Anna's have minutes ago. And all of the men now cheering me on will experience the best meal of their lives.
"We're ready when you are, Laura," says Eugene. "Thank you for this party, by the way."
I can barely speak, but manage to smile and croak a barely audible, "OK, I'm ready."
I hear a whoosh of steel slicing through air and then of steel slicing through meat and lodging in hardwood with a loud thump, and then the world, at least my part of it, ends forever.