Journeying across the intarwebz on this fine day of December, I stumbled upon an amazing short story... In fact, I thought it was sooooo awesome, I decided to blatantly plaguarize it, giving no credit to the author, for your amusement. So without any further ado, ENJOY!
Today, I felt the need to be the bastard. To crush spirits, and cause panic and disorder. To utterly ruin the beautiful existence of the unprepared. She never saw it coming.
It had began earlier at the supermarket. I was wandering around, buying my groceries, when I felt that villianous pang in my belly. Then I saw her. She was over by the coolers where they have the packaged meat, looking more tempting than anything I had seen in my life. Her soft pink flesh looked cool under the florescent lights, but I knew deep down that there was warmth and joy that I would never know, not in the same innocent way that she did. I walked up, and without a word, grabbed her. As I hastily walked away with my grasp tight, other customers looked on with surprise, but she didn't squirm, didn't fight it. In the end, that may have been the best thing for her. My footsteps hurried until they pounded below me in a full speed run, and as I raced out the door into the crisp night air, the store security yelled out for me to stop. But they could do nothing, I was a man possessed.
I threw her in the trunk and slammed it roughly, if for no other reason than to scare her stunned compliance into outright fear and awe. I raced my car along, checking my rear-view every few seconds. I waited any moment for the call from the store to go through and the cops to be onto me.
I got to my house and opened the trunk, where she still lay there silent, almost quivering in the moonlight. With powerful hands I scooped her up into my arms and carried her across the lawn and through the front door. The foyer and living room was no good, I needed someplace with space and no carpet for what I had in mind.
While I had considered the bathroom, the kitchen was closer, and in fact, more spacious. The linoleum would easily clean from any mess I made and I had a vast islander counter in the middle which I could put to use. I swiped a single arm across the counter, flinging pots and pans across the room loudly. Laying her down, still so innocent, still stunned in silence, I reached across the counter to grab the one last thing I would need to ensure her compliance.
And even though the bread was a bit stale, she was the best ham sandwich I've ever eaten.