Family Traditions
Nologue
On this side of the woods, stone waters run deep, and blood is thicker than water. Nothing’s around for miles, just this mansion. Yes this was all his, all of it. This mansion deep in the woods, this mansion is three generations old, and the blood is its mortgage.
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Chong walked outside the house in the mountains, smelling the ocean breeze, tasting her blood that was now his. He lifted his hands up and howled at the moon. Fresh blood is dripping down his arms. Yes, this was his house now, wasn’t it… Dead trees surrounded the area around the house. He seated himself down next to the pool, muffled screams of intolerable torture came from the basement. The moon and its glory, the screams, the blood transfixed him, all of it made it worth while. It was a very tranquil place to raise a family and prosper. He got into his hacky sack he carried with him. Chong grabbed a small bony finger from it, closed his eyes, tilted his head backward, and gently sniffed the stench of sex, formaldehyde, menstrual blood, and pure sheer terror from one of the nurses back at the NICU. "I see your resting," his wife Gloria said. He turned his head, startled. Dropping the bony finger in the pool. There was no splash and the bony finger seemed to float, along with the wind creating ripples in the water. "Oh, you startled me, I didn’t see you there." "I just saw you in the basement, doing our family proud. Go back to the basement and finish it. Our boys need you now, go." Chong looked at his wife with a mischievous grin. "Oh, I’ll finish it, I was just admiring our house. Extreme exclusivity, no one out here for miles." "Yes, I know, but someone could be passing by and could hear the screams." Chong curled his eyebrow, someone could but that won’t do them any good, he thought, laughing his way through the house and down the basement.
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Chong returned to the basement, pitch black was all around him. Except for a hallucinogen lamp in the center of the basement. The lights only lit a center table, the tender gore on the table. Livers, hearts, and entrails hanging, creating a grotesque art that seemed to make the table glow. The freshly cut ribs were brought upstairs for his wife to pack. The entrails would soon be on their way to Mexico. Chong returned to the basement, and returned his attention to his guests, little Jimmy, ten, and his sister Annetta, eight. Little Jimmy was tied up down on a chair, visible lacerations across his back and legs. Annette was naked and tied up to a Chinese basket. She had no visible scars but rectal bleeding was apparent. Annetta was crying nonstop. "Shut the fuck up, you little whore, or I’ll really give you something to cry about." "Annie, find a happy place. Pray Annie, pray and you’ll see that this is all just a dream, just a dream." "Yes, it’s a dream, and I’m the boogie man." Wicked laughter echoed throughout the basement. "Oh, Jimmy, it hurts so bad. Make it stop Jimmy, please, make it stop." "Shut the fuck up, the both of you, or I’ll make you." Chong got his daddy’s old boning knife, which was a wooden handle and roughly fourteen inches long and razor sharp double-sized ridges. And ran it across Annetta’s eight-year-old breast, out here in these parts young ladies developed way to early. Chong slowly was carving her skin. This is my faith and this is my blood. Chong thought. She was beginning to scream but it was inevitably cut by Chong’s gore-soaked hand. He covered her mouth, the scream was lost in her throat. "Annie, pray, you’ll see, this is all just a bad dream, do what I tell you, okay! You will soon forget, this is all just a bad dream. Pray Annie, Pray!" Annetta slowly praying in her head, reciting every known prayer that she learned in Catholic school. The prayers were working, she found a happy place. Annie didn’t feel when Chong grabbed her buttocks and inserted the pinky-finger into her anus. He then grabbed a boning chisel used to lubricate entrails and put the lubricating liquid, and shoved it into her puckered anus. Chong’s father always use to say: boning chisel make entrails tender and really chewy, not to mention it cuts the fat content in half. Chong wasn’t doing this for the mere pleasure of torture but for a deeper purpose. Like any professional, he knew his craft, and like any professional he enjoyed his work. He would transfix when he cut the flesh of the young. He would remember his father, and when Chong was a kid.
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Chong startled away from his thoughts now, a piercing cry of pain and horror. Little Jimmy’s blindfold fell off. His eyes now witnessing, the tender gores on the table. "What’s the matter boy, you never seen brain pate before." Chong quickly duct tape little Jimmy’s eyes. Putting the tape so tight that the tape began to show change. Redness of blood began showing through the tape. "Mister, do what you will with me, but please, I beg you to please let my little sister go." Little Jimmy began to loose consciousness, too weak and too frail to hold a conversation. He escaped into the void. Little Jimmy began to dream
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The demon, now mad… Help… He’s going to eat me… Claws, bloody teeth, and torn muscles… Mommy… The demon… Hunger will soon feed… His nearing… I’m the hunger, demon deeply growled… Grabbing Jimmy’s hand with its teeth… Waking up, now, sweating… Alive… His mother’s by his side hugging him, telling him that everything is all right. That it was just all a bad dream, just a horrible dream. He would discover how to dream. He would have these dreams on purpose. His mother would always, after a bad dream would bring cookies and coco and would read him a bed time story. It was always Peter Pan. He liked Peter Pan. In every situation Peter Pan would be victorious. All of-a-sudden the blood, blood now invading his dreams. Blood now dripping from his bedroom walls and into his soul. He couldn’t breath, he couldn’t scream, and he couldn’t move. That’s when little Jimmy woke up. His eyes and body now in indescribable pain.
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Jimmy woke up tied to the table. The duct tape now off his eyes. He noticed that his torturer was blurry. He strained his eyes but only got a reminder of the blinding pain that surged through his body when he tried to focus. "Mister, please Mister, I’ll do whatever you want. Just let my sister go, please…I beg you." "Ok," said Chong. "I just want you to do one thing for me, die, die, die and be fruitful you miserable fuckin’ worm, die, die, in pain." "Ok," said Jimmy. "But please let my sister go." Jimmy was going to say something else. Chong inevitable put his right hand on Jimmy’s mouth. That’s when the phone rang. Chong’s wife answered the phone. "Honey is for you, it’s Canatolli."
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"Hey what’s up C, how’s it hangin’" "Never mind that shit, tomorrow I’ll pick up the shipment, and don’t forget the blood sausage is a hit down in China Town." "Everything is ready C." "Hey, Chong, how we doin’ with the baby-back-ribs, do we have any?" "We have plenty. Didn’t you hear the news, NICU baby’s were kidnapped down at Cedars Sinai hospital maternity ward, and all the staff in the third floor were killed." "Well, that sucks. Ok then I’ll tell Zack. Have everything ready for tomorrow, and don’t forget the sirloin steaks, Ok!" Line went dead. *******
Chong returned to the basement, he quickly returned his attention to little Jimmy, tied to the table but not before getting a metal case from the fridge. The metal case had five syringes and plenty of Desoxyn, 5000mgs to be exact. Thanks to his buddy working at Cedars Sinai’s lab, he had plenty of Desoxyn to go around. He injected little Jimmy with 50mgs of Desoxyn and went to work. He injected it into little Jimmy’s arm. Jimmy in five seconds went limp. He couldn’t move, he couldn’t scream, and he couldn’t cry. The only thing Jimmy could do is feel, and with Chong tools, Jimmy would have a lot to feel. Chong grabbed the meat shackles and bolted him in place. Chong knew that the rope wouldn’t hold. The human body is strong and capable of withstanding extreme and if not bolted properly he could loose an eye, like his dear old grandpappy before him. He analyzed his tools he would use on the boy. From the far corner of the basement he grabbed a trolley full of tools, bone saws, meat trees, processing tools, bone grinders, and gambrels. Different tool for different fools, Chong’s father used to say. When he finished with the boy, he would have Sausage Franks, T-bone steaks, boneless loin roast, and bacon. Chong’s mouth watered at was what soon to come. He grabbed a Denver ribbing knife, looked at the boy’s eyes and said. "I lied about your little sister. First I’m going to take her sex. Then I’m going to slice her buttocks. Then I’m going to take her internal organs, and after I’m done I’m going to put her in the grinder and make some Sausage Franks. I’m in the mood for hot dogs." An evil laugh escaped from Chong’s mouth and pierced Jimmy’s soul.
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Yes, Chong’s father used to say. Nothing ever goes to waste, you hear that boy.
"Father what do we do with their bones," Little Chong said. "We pulverized them with the bone grinder. Then we get some capsules from our Buddy down at the hospital, and we put the shredded bones in the capsules and turn them into calcium pills. That’s big money in little Tokyo son, Asians go crazy for shit like this."
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Jimmy was in agonizing pain. He couldn’t see what Chong was doing but he could feel it, he could feel everything. He could feel how the pork scribe saw felt as it punctured his skin. The ripping sound, the indescribable feeling of pain that waved throughout his body. Chong then showed him what he took away, it was the boy’s sex, he then grabbed it and put in the grinder. Jimmy thought that he was going to pass out from the pain but the Desoxyn wouldn’t let’em. The drug was keeping him awake and alert. He was screaming inside his head but nothing would come out. The only thing that came out of his body was blood from his eyes, and ears. Yes, little Jimmy is mine now, isn’t he? Jimmy would earn his keep, he is paying with his blood. His death will not go in vain. His death will bring forth profit, and delicious goodness. Little Jimmy has only ten percent of total body fat. The meat he would bring would have an expensive value for the health freaks. Canatolli’s family paid thousands of dollars for health food, didn’t they? He thought. It was time to put little Jimmy out of his misery, now wasn’t. But not before having a little bit more fun. Chong the grabbed a splitting knife and made small incisions next to the ribs so that the beginning of every rib was visible. He then grabbed a rib puller from the trolley, and began to pull the ribs from the frail form. Jimmy began convulsing breaking the drugs spell. He started screaming uncontrollably, convulsing dropping every tool that was on the table. Chong grabbed a metal shroud pin and shoved it into Jimmy nose, steering it. In a couple of seconds Jimmy IQ dropped to 30. Drooling uncontrollably in a few seconds he would drown on his own spit, because Jimmy’s brain couldn’t process any thoughts now, the body had no self-defense mechanism anymore. But he could still feel, he could still feel everything. But every time Chong cut pieces of meat from Jimmy’s body, .Jimmy would only make incoherent noises. Chong injected him more Desoxyn. He wanted him alive, he wanted to see how long Jimmy’s body will last. He grabbed the skinning knife from the trolley and began skinning him alive, every now and then Chong will get a straw and drink Jimmy’s spit, blood and mucus from his mouth so he wouldn’t drown. He then got a bone saw and began cutting his right legs, the body involuntary movements convulsing, then he cut the other leg, bleeding, crying blood, gagging, and slowly dying. One after the other. Jimmy’s extremities departing his body. This when on for an hour, Annetta was still praying, unable to hear her brother or anything around her. Jimmy was now a living torso. He couldn’t move anymore, the restrains no longer needed. For the first time Jimmy saw his torturer. He then looked at the ceiling of the basement, he couldn’t distinguished what was hanging from it. Of course, he would never know anymore, would he? He didn’t know that what was hanging from the ceiling were fresh baby torsos that were still dripping with blood. That’s what it was the Jimmy felt pleasant throughout this whole ordeal. The cool drips of blood that dripped on his skin and felt cool to the touch. Jimmy noticed that his torturer was standing in front of him, he was holding some sort of spike mallet. All of a sudden he felt a THUNK. Everything went black after that. Chong took Jimmy off the table got what he needed to from his body and threw the flesh in the grinder to make Sausage Franks. Little Jimmy was now ready to be shipped.
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Annie was washing her face in Lake Paris. She felt the cool water on her flesh, she liked the way the water felt on her skin, really cold but enjoyable. She’s now swimming, enjoying a good stroll around the lake. Something has got her, something scary, with teeth and bloody. She’s trying to swim away from this demon but swims deeper in the water. The demon is trying to get her. She gets away from him but they are to many demons all around her. She panics and faints.
She wakes up to a darkened universe; she has no idea why her anus or her sex hurt. She is crying, she wants to go home. Then she remembers, Jimmy, what happened to Jimmy. A massive figure approaches. She begins to loose consciousness.
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"Hey sweetie, let Mr. Anderson know that I’ll be giving him the money that I owe him tomorrow, okay ?" Chong said, apparently shellacked in gore and blood. "Sure honey, I’ll do that." "Did you finish packing what I gave you?" "Yes all I need is to pack the baby-back ribs, and the sirloin steaks and I’ll be set. Did you finish with Jimmy and his sister yet?" "Jimmy is done, but her sister is still processing. After I’m done I’ll help you out here ok, I love you sweetie." "I love you too."
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Chong placed Annetta on the table where her brother was. She began to regain consciousness. Her legs and arms were now chained to the table. "Where am I? How come I can’t see? How come I’m tied? Who are you? Where is my brother?" Then, she remembered, everything came crashing down hard. Crying uncontrollably, she asked. "What did you do to my brother, where is he?" "He told me to let him go in exchange for you my dear, I happily agreed, and now you’re mine." She began to cry, her brother was gone now, and she will never see him again. She remembered her brother’s words, pray, pray and nothing will happen to you. Think how our mother made it all better. Think back, then you’ll be happy. These thought will be with her until the end. Chong grabbed her arm and injected it with his favorite drug. He always remembered what his grandpappy used to say. Nervous people make a fun stew. It took the drug only 2 seconds to take effect, he lower the dose to 40mgs to accommodate to her body weight. She went limp, she couldn’t speak, but you know, he gave her a lot to feel. She felt her sex burn like fire, and then this piercing pain surrounded it. Chong grabbed his favorite tool, the splitting knife and cut her sex off with extreme precision, he always knew where to cut for the sex to come right off in one swift motion. She tried to move, she tried to scream in pain, but could only cry blood, and cry blood uncontrollably in pain she did. But more was about to come. She tried to faint but couldn’t, she try to pass out but it was useless, all she could do was feel. And feel she did. Chong was now cutting around her neck, her vocal cords to be precise. He grabbed his trusty splitting knife and made two small incisions, indicating the external and internal vocal cord vein. He then grabbed a double roller hook, which is split in the middle, and is roughly around 9 inches long, and has three o-rings holes where you can stick your fingers in. He inserted the hooks were the incisions where, first the left hole, slowly pushing it downward, then the second hole was inserted and with a fast jerk of his hands, he took Annetta’s speech away. Chong was always amazed at the body to withstand extreme tortures. She was gargling obviously in pain, deliriously crying blood but unable to move. Chong untied her from the metal shackles and turned her around. His father always said that girl’s buttocks made excellent slice ham, and the tender breast made delicious meat patty, nothing ever goes to waste, his father said. Chong began to hit her buttocks with a meat tenderizing mallet. After it was mush, he grabbed a ham skinning knife and made quarter inch cuts, first on her left and then on her right. Until nothing but bone was left. He turned her around that when he realized, her eyes were bulged out from the pain and blood spots were now showing on her corneas. Nothing could be heard except muffled sounds coming from the holes on her throat. She was now ready for the rib extractions. Her meat and internal organs were now very tenderized. He could tell by the excessive amounts of blood coming out her eyes and ears. Chong cut deep lacerations in her ribs, grabbed the rib puller, which looks like a steel bottle cork opener but at the end of it, is a very strong loop wire attached to it. The rib puller has 1000 pounds of pressure capacity, very strong. After the ribs were pulled and internal organs removed, there was not much left of her. Nothing left but 40 pounds of flesh. She was still alive though, very much alive. Because with her brain and heart intact the body can go on without the use of the bladder, entrails, liver, and lungs for about a whole hour before the brain and heart die. He grabbed the meat tenderizing mallet and with 100 pounds of pressure from his hand, made brain pate. All of a sudden Annetta’s visual universe faded to black. *******
Chong was now done, for the whole week. Tired unable to keep his eyes open. But a promise is a promise, isn’t it. He went upstairs and helped his wife to pack little Jimmy, Annetta, and a dozen premmies or should I say two-hundred-eighty-eight baby back ribs, which were ready to be shipped. Everything was now ready to be shipped. Ten pounds of brain pate at 100 dollars a pound, sixty pounds of baby-back-ribs at 500 a pound, eighty pounds of liver at 60 dollars a pound, one-hundred-ten pounds of lungs at 55 a pound, One-hundred-fifty-five pounds of entrails at 35 a pound, Sixty pounds of sirloin, T-bone steak, bacon, and ham at 35 a pound, fifty cases of Sausage franks at 50 a case, 100 bottles-50-count calcium pills at 35 bucks per 50 count, and 200 pounds of blood sausage at 80 dollars a pound. $60,000.00 of pure profit give or take for this a week alone, a very lucrative business. Plus bonuses, the meat outside the market place quadruple the value. He was happy he beat last weeks at $45,000.00, but then again baby-back-ribs are hard to come by these days. They finished packing every morsel of meat; every drop of blood, they also finished the value of the meat, then the called Canatolli. "Hey C, its going to be 60,000 flat, come tomorrow with the check, everything is packed and ready to be shipped. Later C." "Ok, will do," The line went dead.
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Chong wakes up sweating, outside its early, sun barely rising. He gets up goes to the bathroom, turns the fossil, and splashes cold water on his face. He jumps in the shower, he needs to be cleansed, purged. He needs more blood to stay alive. This is his family’s tradition, Chong is a third generation butcher.
******* Canatolli arrived early with a meat truck. Pays for his meat and takes off. His truck reads Zacky Farm meats. Every time you eat their foods, realize that you’re eating the best of the best. From your New-York sirloin to your T-bone, just remember that it’s made and prepared here, with pride, just for that little label called, made in the USA. It truly is a billion dollar industry, don’t you think?
******* Every body in the small town of Big Bear Lake profit from Chong, Canatolli, and even the victim’s parents, how the hell do you think little Jimmy and Annette were attained, if it wasn’t for the parents! Thank you, Mr. Anderson. They willingly give their children away, for a profit that is. This little town of Big Bear Lake is truly and cold-heartedly made with blood.
Exitlogue
Yes, Chong is a third generation butcher. His father schooled him on the art of human mutilation. These traditions are going to go on and on and on and on. Chong’s wife is now pregnant and in eight months a forth generation will be born. His wife has to have a boy, or it’s back to the drawing board or the grinder.
©2004 Zombie "TheJesus" Dirge
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