Mal Appetite
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I woke up alone in a prison cell, bruised and battered, with no recollection of how I got here or how long I've been here. The cell is filthy, with a tiny slit of a window on one wall and a dusty suitcase in one corner. No toilet, no bed, no sink, nothing else but dead silence and a repugnant odor.
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Mal Appetite

by Huntfrog

I woke up alone in a prison cell, bruised and battered, with no recollection of how I got here or how long I've been here.

The cell is filthy, with a tiny slit of a window on one wall and a dusty suitcase in one corner. No toilet, no bed, no sink, nothing else but dead silence and a repugnant odor.

I shake my head to clear the cobwebs, too violently though, as I fall to my knees in pain and curse God.

What have I done to deserve this, first my wife and son leave me almost three weeks ago , my boss fired me, and now this.

I drag myself over to the slit in the wall and peer through. I recoil in horror as I see my wife and son lying naked on the floor, clearly malnourished. I call out to them.

My wife picks up her head and whispers "we're hungry, so hungry." I see that their cell is empty except for a large jug of water.

I run over to the suitcase and peer inside. I've got to do something to save them. I find a large meat cleaver, a butane torch, two plates, some utensils, and a menu.

Scratched on the inside of the case is the words "you can save them."

Curious, I open the menu.

There is no writing. Only a mirror.

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