Cannibalistic (Book Two of A Bloodline's Saga)

Here's Max!

Look in the mirror

And tell me with certainty

That you are the being you claim to be

Defiants

"Ida, it's time for you to meet my husband's father." Miranda calls in an angelic tone from the other side of my door, my feet hesitantly meeting the carpeted floor to carry me across and open the door which I find weird because I'm so used to having people just barging in and out as they please, I thought I'd never see the day where I'd get to answer it on my own leisure.

Revealing her smiling and innocent face, she extends a hand towards me and for some weird reason I take it, the feeling foreign yet comforting considering I'm about to meet my death.

Admiring the grey walls as if it's my first time in seeing them, our walk is slow as we head towards where I assume Max is waiting for me, my heart slamming hard and fast against my rib cage the closer we approach the door containing Max and his son Nate inside.

Swallowing hard when Miranda knocks on the door, a deep voice beckons us in with my brain informing me that it's show time, the face of Max coming into view and for a second I swear he's going to charge at me and rip my f*****g head off.

But he doesn't, he only smiles gently at me before coming over and grabbing my trembling hand in his large fair hand as he continues to beam down at me with watery bloodshot cognac eyes.

His milky chocolate hair is now streaked with grey on the sides and in slight curls, his face heavy with stubble and smartly dressed in a suit as if he's waiting to attend a wedding.

"Ida, how good it is to finally meet you." he greets warmly then drops my hand just as softly to my side and stepping back for his son Nate to properly greet me again without the lust for my blood on his hands, in his eyes.

Even though a weird sense of calm appears to have settled over him for the sake of keeping it casual for his father, I'm sure that lust will come back however when I'm tied up with knives and other torture instruments sticking out of me, the thought causing a shiver to snake up my spine and pull away from that topic for now. 

Might as well cross that bridge when we get to it right?

With Nate matching his father's odd sense of being finally at peace with the death of his mother, I know as soon as I'm dead that calmness will carry out and into a peaceful life for them but I assure you, it won't be for long when Stella and my parents get their hands on them.

"It is?" I blurt out once the re-introduction between Nate and I is over and discover they find my comment funny considering they're now laughing, their laughter causing my body to jolt at the non-violent act due to that's all I have known for over a month now but still expect their hysterics to turn into rage.

"It sure is, now I assume my son has informed you about tonight and the special guests that will be attending? You have met these guests before because they're the ones here also waiting to do what we're going to do to you tonight, with the people Shaun currently ha-"

"And that's me being fed to the lot of you I know, my friends won't be far behind me and that's something I'm kind of glad I don't get to see." I cut across him when I feel the deadline to mine and my friend's deaths has been shoved in my face enough for one day, Max smiling when he lets the sentence die in the back of his throat and nods his head.

"Exactly right, they will be here to watch my son and I get closure for what your parents Emily and Luke did to my wife Belinda over eighteen years ago. Then not long after we will have our hands on the people Shaun's hiding from us regardless of how much you know about why Shaun is on our s**t list, and be there for our friends like they are going to be for Nate and I tonight." he explains as a weird numbing sensation starts to take over and his words seem to fade to the back of my head when the thoughts of Shaun and Liam being on the run, confuses me even more considering I thought they were working with Max and Nate, not against but then again who knows what goes through those cunt's heads.

"But I thought they were working with you, why did your son get his me-"

"Because you were meant to be brought to me a few nights or so ago considering we found out a heap of you escaped and I didn't want risking you escaping either, so we planned on grabbing you first due to how precious you were to me, then I was going to come back for the rest. But as you can see Shaun didn't want that and now here we are. My son had to waste his time and money on grabbing someone that was rightfully ours anyway! I should kill the cunt but it's the fact that he has those children and won't f*****g hesitate to kill them himself if I even get remotely close to him at the moment! So we have to play it smart and make it seem like we can't find him and when we do, the fuckhead will wish he never double-crossed me!" he growls and for the first time I can see the anger I was expecting to see when I first greeted him, dancing in his pools of bloodshot cognac with me instantly scoping out my closest exits as I watch his rage intensify a few more notches.

"But enough talk for now, I want Miranda to take you up so you're able to shower and get yourself prepared for tonight's meal. You will join us for a couple of courses before you are taken to be made into the main, but if you have any last wishes what would they be? I'm in the giving mood tonight and have decided to grant you one request." he goes on in a lighter change of tone and that weird calm smile coming back into play, my mind wondering if he has bipolar or something until I'm thinking of my parents.

Is he serious or playing with me? Why would someone who hates mine and my family's guts want to grant me one last wish before he kills me, I don't get it! This cunt is playing mind games with me and I'm scared that if I do want to call my parents, he'd flat out kill me where I stand.

"Come on, anything you want."

Letting out a sigh I end up telling him I want to call my parents, Max agreeing automatically yet I don't like the way he was quick to say yes, it's as if he has something planned or already knew I was going to say that. Either way I'm scared that if I ring them then they could trace the call to where Mum and Dad are or vice versa, but it's a risk both my parents and I would happily take considering it's a chance in seeing each other again. 

Grabbing the phone and typing in Dad's number thanks to him being the one to answer last time while hoping later on a commotion stops them from eating me due to someone tracing the call to my where abouts, I check the time to see it's only seven past seven at night and know for a fact they wouldn't be sleeping.

That and I assume they would have heard about the news of me being taken away from Shaun, I mean if Stella is as high up as they say she is, then there is no doubt she would have heard what has happened and where abouts I may be.

"Hello?"

"Dad?"

"IDA! Where are you!"

"I can't tell you but I'm ringing to say I love you and Mu-"

"Ida please tell me where you are honey!"

Breaking down when it's now Mum on the phone, I keep my voice level in favour of getting out what I have to say due to the lack of time left.

"I love you Mum and Dad, don't forget that. I'm sorry I wasn't smart enough to get back to you, I love you." but I can't say more considering Max is now taking the phone away from me and ending the call, watching as he smashes it and orders one of his men to get rid of it.

"Feel better now?" he smiles after observing my trembling body contain itself enough to look up at him and answer his question with a nod of my head regardless if I want to scream in his face and slit his f*****g throat.

"Good now Miranda, if you will?" Max beams with a hand gesturing for her to take me somewhere, my mind remembering I'm meant to be getting ready now for my death and confirm that when I am taken to the bathroom.

"Take your time, we don't start until nine." she informs gently then closes the door in my face just as soft, a shuttering breath raking my body before I'm able to bring myself to look at my reflection one last time in the mirror.

My chocolate brown locks with golden streaks through it hasn't grown much since I last was able to look at myself, my front fringe however beginning to fall into my eyes though I've grown to ignore it and bangs growing in with the rest of my hair.

What once were happy hazel eyes with russet flecks are now scared, hollow and dead, all signs of a happy life now gone from me the longer I stare and that alone bring tears to my eyes.

Why I'm crying is beyond me, I guess it's because I can see how soulless I really am knowing I'm going to be ingested soon enough, my lily white skin now a pasty colour like Shaun's only minus the red tinge.

For the first time ever I consider taking out my septum piercing, tongue, snakebites and thirty mill stretchers, though decide to leave the stretchers in considering it will be the last time I'll ever get to wear them. That and they haven't been pissing me off as much as my facial piercings.

Stripping off and turning the water on, I wait for it to run hot and step in to add the cold water, finding I don't need much considering the burning feeling on my skin sends shivers of pleasure through me as the numbness continues to take its hold on me.

Is this what people feel before they die, or do they actually shut off completely from the rest of the world to wait for it to happen? Either way I hope I'm that numb that when they do cut into me, I literally feel nothing but sadness at the fact that I will not only die without my friends, but I will never get to hug my parents or family again.

It's weird because now my train of thought is heading down the path of not remembering the last time I had a shower this good, then again everything feels better when you're about to die.

For some reason Johnny Cash's song 25 Minutes to Die playing in my head and I can't help but laugh, my taste in music surely not in the country area unlike my parents who dabble here and there in it, but I do have a guilty pleasure and this song so happens to be one of my parent's most played.

Once I'm out of the shower and hear the voices of Max, his son and a few other unknown ones, my mind jumps to how nice they are all being and ponder if it is only because they don't want to spoil my flesh when I'm cut up and served.

Wondering if I'll be wearing the same change of clothes I've been wearing for a few days now, I slide the grimy feeling clothes back on and discover Miranda waiting at the door for me, her attention engrossed in her phone screen before tearing it away to take me back to my room.

"There are spare clothes on the bed, I suggest you use them." she states surprisingly blunt when casting her eyes up and down my dirty clothes.

Nodding my head and feeling more comfortable with her being a bit bitchy than fake nice, I take in the quite revealing outfit and wonder if I will have something to cover up my hairy legs and armpits due to also not being able to shave.

So with the coal black dress having a dipping neckline and no sleeves whatsoever, I further discover it stops mid-thigh and has a large cut out in the back, my boobs smaller than they were before thanks to the lack of eating regardless of how many times I have made the food and ate it, the dress sagging a little in the chest area regardless of how tight it is everywhere else.

It seems all of the stress and lack of appetite is still f*****g with the amount I do ingest and appears like it's doing nothing at all to me, but scold myself when my mind states it's the first time I've ever been this thin before.

I shouldn't be happy at the fact that me being kidnapped is finally my solution to why I haven't been able to drop my weight, yet a little bit inside me feels somewhat happy that I'm now no longer a chubby cunt.

Finally ceasing my admiration on seeing more of my collarbones sticking out along with my ribs and a bit of my spine, I slide the smooth yet stretchy dress on and discover a pair of matching glossy closed toe heels to go with it.

Wondering what I am to do next considering my hair's out and left to dry un-brushed, my eyes scan the plain looking room until finding a brush, hand mirror and makeup on the bedside table I failed to take notice of when I first walked in.

Retrieving the items and plonking myself down on the bed with the stuff spread out in front of me, I balance the mirror so I'm able to get a look at myself and do my hair at the same time.

Deciding on a ponytail, I make sure it's a high one before fixing my fringe and long ass bangs I decide to leave out, my hands then moving onto the makeup and adding a light layer until deeming myself ready to be eaten in their eyes.

With my brain of course jumping back to Liam no matter how hard I try and avoid him considering he's the last person I want to be thinking about before I die, the thoughts of how he's been able to take out his s****l frustration without me being there soon surfaces and I consider the possibility he may have already tried with someone else.

Crying and wishing he hasn't touched any of them and hoping it dies with me, I only get a gut wrenching feeling something bad may already have happen to them and that sends more tears down my face.

For some f****d up reason my brain is now sending me images of my dead yet newly made friends, as if preparing me for their deaths prior to and after my death, yet it doesn't settle well with me and seems to disturb my soul in a whole new way.

Is this what vengeful spirits feel right up until they die and come back to haunt and bring terror to those they swore to come back to, because if so then Max, Nate and everyone that will be attending this feast tonight will certainly be on my haunt list.

Composing myself and making sure my makeup is still in place for when I am summoned out into the dining room, I for some reason wish the house was massive so I could take my time in getting there, only it isn't.