Meat Eater

I lived in a wooded area with my father. Or at least I think he was my father.. I am not sure...I was told from him that my mother died from birth but their was nothing of hers anywhere in the house and I found that odd.

Anyways, we were a meat loving duo. My father hunts what we eat but I never knew what the meat was exactly. I would ask him every other day when we ate it and he said the same thing over and over. "Sit down and just eat." I always obeyed him but curiosity is getting the best of me. I would always be told to wait in my room while he brings whatever he kills down to the basement to, what he calls, prepare the feast. I always wanted to go down there to find out what kind of meat that we eat.

One day, he went out and I got the courage to go down to the basement and take a quick peak. As I reach down to the basement I smell some nasty odor. I thought normal of it cause he 'prepares' the meat down here so its normal. I opened the door, that was surprisingly unlocked, and peaked inside.

I saw blood. Normal but what was laying on a big table was not one but multiple heads of what to be children. I screamed in horror then hear one of the steps creak and look up the stairs to see my father holding a bloody hatchet and body looking at me.

The next thing I know is that I am strapped down onto a table and my father was cleaning something off. He looked at me and revealed a big butcher knife. He took no time to come to me and what he says before doing what I will never forgive him for even after death was- "This is what happens to bratty children who trespass peoples properties." then he took off my arms and legs.. before I bled out he smiled at me. "I always wondered how my own child tasted like..."