Sierp 3

Original

I take a deep breath, it's the middle of winter in the middle of nowhere

The snow crunches under my shoes as I walk through the forest in silence

I have no neighbors because everyone has already left here

For city dwellers, the deep countryside is an object of ridicule

Sometimes I fish, sometimes I set traps

In the surrounding towns everyone knows each other by name

The local police are bored out of boredom

An elderly priest in the pulpit every Sunday

The outside world slips away like water through our fingers

I don't even feel the changes living in this bubble

Once every half an hour, the car will go through the bend

In winter I warm myself by the stove, in summer I sit on the veranda

There are more such places on the map than you think

I hope the outside world will never destroy them

Because I like to live in silence, I like the rhythm of nature

I like how muffled screams can be heard from underneath the floor

If I get hungry, I have something to put on my plate

And I'm not talking about the fish I caught in the tournament

I have a couple of passing students in the basement

I'll eat the skinnier one first, I won't touch the corpulent one

Two days after New Year's Eve, their car was nearby

He fell into a ditch on an unpaved road at a bend

One was unconscious, the other was stunned by my blast

When I asked with feigned concern whether to help her

I brought them home first so they wouldn't run away

Then I towed the car to the dumpster with a tractor

A Lithuanian state, which buys cars for parts on the left

So much meat and money, the new year will be beautiful

This skinny guy is salivating for the second day

It twists its arms strangely like a stunned pig

The other one first curses and then starts begging

When she saw me stripping the skinny one naked

With my good hand I start sawing the thin one's body

Six hard strokes and I was left with the head in my hand

I wanted to make the other one laugh, but she remained silent, terrified

When I pretended that my severed head was giving me a blowjob, hehehe

Skinny hips, each limb like a match

A bit of meat from the back, not to mention the buttocks

I threw everything into the pot and let it simmer for 24 hours

The larger one doesn't eat for three days and is starving

The beginning was difficult, she didn't want to eat at all

She was crying on a chain in the corner, curled up like a dog

But when the fifth day passed, she lost the unequal fight

Hunger won and she started devouring her own friend

First in one plate, then two more

Appetite can even turn an angel into a beast

At first she was reluctant to eat the meat

And now she's so pissed off that she's about to burst

Another day, week, three weeks passed

I refilled the water in her rust-covered basin

She could drink, wash herself and not starve

On the contrary, she ate as if she were going to play the role herself

I didn't think about what I would do with it, that is for sure

There will come a day when, driven by hunger, I will finally eat it

But she wasn't stupid, she wasn't ignorant

And one day her behavior ruined my plans

I was breathing heavily, I couldn't believe what he was doing

She looked me straight in the eye as she spoke without any pretense

She spread her legs, caressing herself down there

And she stood up and asked if I preferred it this way

When I went down to her about a minute ago

She was so excited to my surprise

I stood frozen like a child who couldn't believe his eyes

I didn't expect this in a room under the floor

Women are trouble, my mother taught me

When she gave me the dark spots on her panties to smell

And I know she was right, that's what girls are like

No one except my mother was ever nice to me

But at that moment, my guard dropped, so to speak

And the girl in the basement stole my mind and heart

She reached for my belt and pulled down my pants

She wanted me to undo her chain because it would be more comfortable for us

It wasn't very smart, but I was overcome with the urge

And the second I freed her feet and hands

That was the moment she kicked me in the groin with all her strength

There was darkness in my eyes until my legs sank beneath me

Without a moment's hesitation, she began to run away

I'm curled up on the ground, squealing like a burning puppy

When she ran up, she made a terrible mistake

She didn't close the floor hatch so I wouldn't get out of here

Once the shock and pain wore off, I managed to get up

Bent in half, I managed to pull up my pants

I followed her trail and ran out into the frost

I woke up feeling cold on my sweaty face

I see her lopsided trot and I pull the sickle off the wall

You can't escape, fat pig, you leave traces in the snow

The sun blinded her, it was an exceptionally nice day

She ran blindly, tripping over snowdrifts

Crunch, clunk, I'm running, listening, I hear my own voice

I'm a few meters behind her, almost a hair's breadth away

I deliver a powerful punch from above that cracks the skull

Steaming paint shoots from her nose, mouth and ears

She fell heavily to the ground a few meters behind the fence

I grip the sickle handle tightly and pull it back

I have a butcher's shop in the barn, I hang it on a hook

It wasn't easy, but I know my job well

The chain under it is tight, the carcass needs to be framed

I'm putting a bucket out there so you can drain the sauce first

I cut the skin and start processing the meat

She has a lot of it, unlike the previous one

Three hours passed when I suddenly heard a sound

Something like the sound of an engine carried by the wind

I open the shelter, damn it, I see it's in a field

A police car is slowly dragging along the snowy road

Don't panic, just control yourself, everything will be fine

Even a blind person could see traces of blood in the yard

I wipe the blade of the butcher's knife against my pant leg

And I'm preparing for a confrontation with a policeman

"Good morning Mr. Authority, what brings you here?"

They both got out of the car, one of them immediately lit a cigarette

"Good morning, host, this is a big-city matter

Didn't you see the two girls and the missing car?

It was a white Fabia, twenty-five years old

Two students were supposedly on their way here, returning from New Year's Eve

The weather was bad, they probably hit a tree

And covered with a heap of snow, they lie frozen in a ditch

No signal here, the internet cuts out, and this old clunker

Sir, where is the GPS, where is the phone signal?

Here it's like a stone in water"

The policeman paused as he surveyed the yard

"What about those burgundy spots?"

"This? It's pig's blood, one of my sows escaped

When I was cleaning the pigsty in the morning, it stumbled on a sickle

It was lying under the snow, so I had to finish it off

And I don't know anything about girls, what kind of host am I?

Wait here, gentlemen, I'll give you something for your journey

You're freezing in the cold"

There's a girl in the barn, or rather what's left of her

It looked like leather hanging on the back of a chair

I cut out two fragments from the gluteal muscle

Each weighing three hundred kilos, wrapped in newspaper

On the way, I took two bottles and put them behind my apron

And smiling, I returned outside to the policemen

"Here you have a piece, give it to your wives right away

This will make a great goulash or royal stroganoff

And here if I may, because the eye of the authorities is watchful

"Here you have a bottle of home-made quince"

Without further conversation, they drove away smiling

I returned to the butcher's shop to disassemble the body

I also smiled at the thought of the other girl

Feeling her lying tongue in my front pocket

And this is how my life goes, calmly, without excesses

I am relaxing in an armchair, stroking the sickle and burning the stove

And every evening I feel grateful, because this peace is dear to me

And in the background there are soothing sounds of begging from under the floor