Too little, too late

Too Little, Too Late

Life as we knew it seemed normal. Work continued as usual, those people went milling about school, college, employment. Governors argued, while some fell in love, but the world was changing rapidly. In due time some would argue it was from overpopulation, others would claim it to be the next stage of human evolution. All the people of Earth knew was that they were no longer the planets #1. At least most of them weren’t.

Predation was a phenomenon that came from out of nowhere, those capable seen themselves chosen by fate. Those chosen often shortened this down to simply “pred” for ease and convenience, this term quickly fell into the words lexicon. At the cost of regular dieting, they became calory kinks and queens, devouring one obscene meal and digesting it, being able to sustain off of this meal for several weeks, or even up to a month. Quite similar to a snake’s digestive system. With such a huge development for the human race, this may solve the food crisis, global hunger, but there was a catch. Those who gained such a talent also gained a taste. Some have said it tastes similar to pork, though more wild, more robust in its taste, and the wilder it tasted, the more gamey, the more satisfying a meal, at least to pred tastes. They had gained a taste for the flesh of their fellow human. They would survive off a diet of devouring another person whole and sentencing them to a death sentence inside of their digestive tract. For the prey? Definitely the worst final few hours/days depending on the preds metabolism imaginable, however for the pred? Imagine the most filling, delicious meal you have ever had? Multiply that bliss by ten, the rich flavours upon your tongue, feeling your body working it down into nutrients, plus they have to work for every meal. It’s earned. From a pred, inhumane as it would seem to see another person as food, this was what their body would scream for. To you and me trying to not devou r another person w ould be like eating plain bread and water for the rest of your days. Every day your body would beg, every scent would remind you of the taste you know you crave. So why not give in? It’s only one every few weeks, right? Surely they’d do the same to you if the tables were turned.

Predation only formed in roughly one in every fifty thousand people. Entire towns wouldn’t have a single maneater among them, and given it was such a recent growth to the human race, nobody was any the wiser, only that missing people reports were slightly ticking up globally day by day, and someone you know may secretly have a hunger for flesh, or worse yet, be on the menu.

Mikey:

11:05 – heyy honey, just wanted to say thanks for breakfast again. I slept in a bit but thanks as always

My Queen :

11:07 – Aww babey , there’s really NP! after work I’m gonna get to work more on the spare room! Maybe get a new bed in? Not sure!

Mikey:

11:08 - Still, it’s those little things that mean a lot ! Thank ya honey

Mikey leaned back in his comfy office chair, he was 26, but had been married for the best part of 5 years to his high school sweetheart, Anna. They’d met one day in the school library and hit it off like a house on fire, just the two best of friends. They were both a bit dorky, but equally as sweet and caring to one another. From just a few short months of their first meeting Mikey knew this was him for life. Lady luck truly rode on his side, a wife, an amazing office job, his flat , a healthy savings amount, hell even his looks . Mikey stood at a respectable 5’9, which while not the tallest, he had an impressive build and a handsome face, curly blonde locks and brilliant emerald eyes. Meanwhile Anna was shorter at 5’, and on the plumper side, with brown hair, glasses but a smile that could melt anybody’s heart. What more could a guy ask for?

My Queen :

11:11 – Silly! Really its all ok! Love u baby, I’ll text you on my lunch break!

While Mikey worked at a fairly high end office, his loving partner worked at Subway. Sure it wasn’t as high end, but she was a shoe-in to become the manager in no time at all, plus while he studied to get this job, she was paying the bills and keeping lights over their heads. They were a perfect pair, almost too good for one another. Almost though, they really were perfect.

Mikey:

11:12 - That’s perfect! I’ve gotta go into a meeting now anyway! I’ll shoot you a text once I’m out, kayy ?

He sent off the text and headed into what was only meant to be a quick meeting, however one argument lead into another discussion lead into another research task, time kept slipping past him.

My Queen :

12:33 - Hey honey? U there? Someone strange just walked in?

My Queen :

12:45 – Hey Mikey? She’s giving me looks or something?

Attached was a photo, a large woman was sitting at the back of the restaurant, clearly staring down Anna. She was large, but not fat, just well built. Clearly muscular, she had a long black ponytail and was endowed with a noticeable chest, her cleavage poking out through a gap in her shirt. She was Asian of some variety, having cute brown skin. not very tall at all. As she stared a little pink tongue was clearly poking out from her mouth, and her eyes held behind them certain malice. More and more hours slipped past Mikey, his time in the office drew longer, he couldn’t even spare a second to check his phone, every vibration he assumed would be just another silly cat video from his loving wife.

My Queen :

13:10 – I’m on my lunch, I’m gonna try and sneak out of the back, wish me luck! That girl from earlier left but I didn’t see where she went! Love u

Mikey didn’t even get a chance to check his phone until he got home back to the flat later, as thanks for the breakfast he did bring home a box of Anna’s favourite luxury chocolates. He came back in home , the door left unlocked for him. “ Helloooo ~” He cooed to the house “I’m home.” Silence was his response. He thought something was up, usually she was home for at least 2 hours by now, but the house looked the same way they’d left it in the morning, even the dirty dishes were placed by the sink from the breakfast rush. And he didn’t hear any noise at all from the spare room, where she’d spend her time. She had made him promise he wouldn’t enter until she was done renovating, as it was to be an anniversary surprise. He quickly checked his phone, maybe something had come up.

Mikey:

18:37 – Hey? You there honey? Everything ok?

Mikey:

18: 59 – Anna? What’s wrong?

Mikey:

1 9:20 – You made one call, no response

Mikey:

1 9:20 – You made one call, no response

Mikey:

1 9:21 – You made one call, no response

By now something was definitely wrong, Anna was always on top of her phone, she’d never ignore this many messages. Plus there were those texts this afternoon, but sure the woman was staring, but surely she meant no harm? Maybe she was appreciative of how beautiful his wife was. There was no harm If her phone was broken but she’d have come home by now, just as he was about to call her parents and friends, the texts lit up.

My Queen :

Is typing…..

Ohh thank goodness, a huge sigh of relief came out from Mikey as he leaned back and watched the phone intently. The knot that had formed in his chest over the past hour was released, watch it be an unlucky day of car and phone trouble, maybe the taxi got caught up in traffic? Trains on strike? Who cares, she was safe?

My Queen :

19:22 - So you must be this Mikey I’ve heard so damn much about?

Confusion filled him. What the hell? Why is she such a stranger all of a sudden, as he sat there dumbfounded, he didn’t even have time to think of a reply, let alone type it down, before another message came in.

My Queen :

19:22 – Well good news, your wife is safe, bad news is, you’ve gotta pay up.

Attached to the text was a picture, it was unmistakeably the woman that Anna had sent earlier, and Anna? Anna laying down on a bed, tears straining mascara down her cheeks. Mikey took in quite some time to even formulate a response, but before the phone lit up with another incoming text he gave the replies he thought mattered most.

Mikey:

19:24 – What? Is this a joke?

He wasn’t impressed, Anna was never one for a practical joke, and even if she was this was majorly out of line.

My Queen :

19:25 – Nope! DEAD serious hahaha , for the past few weeks I’ve had a bit of a hunger for, well, let’s just say about as much meat as this bitch has got. Pay up.

My Queen :

19:25 – incoming request for £1000.

My Queen :

19:25 – Consider this a sort of down payment on her life.

What kind of sick fucking joke was this, Anna what the hell were you playing at? Really? To get you so worried just to ask for money?

Mikey:

19:26 – Anna baby, please reply seriously here, this is a joke right? Did I really annoy you that bad by sleeping in? And sorry maybe I don’t recognise your friend in the pics? Look please talk to me like an adult here, it’s all ok really! Love you!

My Queen :

19:28 – I’ve done this little trick about 3 weeks ago on some stupid MILF. Check out the v ideo Attached!

What came after this was a reply more disturbing than Mikey would have ever asked for, it was a video of the same long haired Asian woman, swallowing a nother woman whole, the woman seemed to be in her mid 30 ’s, wide hips, and what would have been a pleasant face, if it wasn’t screaming and pleading as her face poked out of the maw of the young woman now with Anna. The video then timelapsed as the bulge in her stomach thrashed and fought for about half an hour shortened down to a minute or two, before she let out a huge belch, unleashing clumps of hair from her mouth. She let out an evil grin, the bulge had lost all definition and fine shapes, the video ended. Mike began to shake in his chair as he wrote.

Mikey:

19:30 – So this isn’t a joke, is it?

My Queen :

19:31 – Nope! Here, check out another vid!

Attached was a video of his wife, crying and pleading. “PLEASE MIKEY JUST PAY THIS PSYCHO UP” She was in the same room as earlier, laying on a bed, the flooring seemed a bit familiar, and the lights were quite bright for this late in the evening. “SHE SHOWED ME A VIDEO OF HER KILLING ANOTHER PERSON INSIDE OF HER GUTS! SHE’S A FUCKING PSYCHO PLEASE OH MY GOD OH PLEASE OH PLEASE I LOVE YOU BABY PLEASE JUST DO WHAT SHE SAYS ” She was cut short by the recording camera pulling away and focusing back on the other woman, see? Why are you so scared to pay up~ now chop chop ~” The background of the video was filled with framed photos in the room? Mikey didn’t recognise them as it was too blurry, they weren’t in focus, but it gave him a bad feeling.

Mikey:

19:32 – Paid the request

Mikey:

19:32 – See? I just paid it, now you have to let her go? Right?

My Queen :

19:33 – Well….. you thought I was joking and I didn’t like your attitude, let’s try it again.

My Queen :

19:33 – Incoming request for £50000.

Mikey’s jaw hung slack , fifty fucking thousand? He and Anna combined only had maybe 30k? That was if you counted every penny they’d saved for the new house, this? This was just way too much. Maybe he could talk her down a bit, maybe? Something, anything for his wi v es safety. He’s pledged to her, anything she needed he’d do, but this seemed impossible.

Mikey:

19:35 – Please, I don’t have that much, 25k and I can do it but please that’s just too much. I’m begging you here, please just fucking anything here please.

My Queen :

…..

The message sat read, two little ticks indicated that it had been read and received, just not dignified a reply. It sat that way for 30 seconds, a minute, two minutes. Time dragged on as thoughts began to race around Mikey’s head, what if this wasn’t enough? What if she needed the money urgently? This needed to be done now. He logged onto his bank app and began to fiddle with what he can, consolidating what he had before his phone lit up with an all to ominous ding.

My Queen :

19:42 – Video attached

He opened it, but even he wasn’t ready for the video that was attached. A bright window lit up the view. It was a video taken from a point of view, the camera approached Anna’s face as she began to scream it quickly became muffled as the other hand began to grab and grope at her, the scream almost instantly became muffled “STOP, NO PLEASE, MIKEY I LOVE Y-“ as it then went to a selfie view of the woman, who’s name Mikey didn’t even know, eating his wife whole, Anna’s breasts were hanging out of her predators mouth before the free hand reached and forced them into her waiting maw. From there the camera was placed down onto something and was viewing her midsection, from there a new screaming, thrashing bulge grew out more and more. The face of the predator then leaned down into the main view, only Anna’s feet poked free. With one final gulp they were gone, and with the lips that had swallowed his wife, the predator licked them and gave the camera a little smooch. “Pay up” she held the camera to her stomach, Anna’s unmistakeable voice was inside screaming “MIKEYYY MOMMY DADDY OH MY GOD SOMEONE PLEASE FUCKING SAVE ME, IT’S SO TIGHT, PLEASE!”

Mikey frantically reopened his bank applications, applied for whatever loans he could, every one lead into a waiting list, needing for phone calls, verification. They all needed more and more, his scores on these apps tanking more. Even then he was only left with £41000, not nearly as far off as he was.

Mikey:

19:49 - £41000 paid

Mikey:

19:49 – There? That’s absolutely everything I could get rn , please let her out now and I’ll pay the rest tomorrow, please just let her go. I’m begging you I love her more than anything.

My Queen :

19:50 – Video attached

Attached was another video, it was even more of Anna screaming in a mi x of terror, agony and betrayal. “PLEASE JUST PAY UP SOMEONE I DON’T WANT TO DIE IN HERE PLEASE IT HURTS, I CANT BREATHE.” Inside of her stomach must have been like an awful boiling sauna, that churned and stung so deep. The little air Anna had to survive with must have smelled so awful, and it was getting less and less by the second.

My Queen :

19:50 – Pay up now

Mikey began to frantically get whatever he could, he began to text family members, friends, anybody he could, begging them for money. Ever y single scrap he could gather and borrow from another person he was going to get his wife home. Safe and sound.

Mikey:

19:58 - Please, I don’t know how much longer she can last inside of there. Just please let my wife go and talk to me, I’m getting the money!

My Queen :

20:00 – Picture attached!

Attached was a picture of the predator, her bulge clearly defined, but not as much as initially, more spherical, in her hand she held a vibrator, huge, almost looking like it belonged more on a construction site than for its intended use.

Mikey:

20:00 - PLEASE JESUS JUST LET HER GO!

Mikey spent more and more time begging from people who would pay up, but think much less of him? Who was he to come out of nowhere? A man who had absolutely everything going his way, and just beg like this. His name was mud. Most friends would never look at him the same way again. However it wasn’t nearly enough, he began to go on “unofficial” loans, off the books so to speak. Dangerous people who would hurt you for not paying back. He took out everything he could, he knew his own life was worthless after this, but if he’d saved her, anything was worth the cost.

Mikey:

20:38 - £9000 paid

Mikey:

20:38 – There? Please, I’ve given you all of the money I could ever get right now, so please, just let her out, I’m begging you here.

My Queen :

20:40 – Video attached

Attached was an awful sight , the predator was holding the vibrator underneath her writhing, screaming gut that squirmed and wri thed against the furious vibrations that must have been amplified through the stomach tenfold. She was groping as her own breasts violently, “HNNG DIE DIE DIE !” she yelled into the air as the fight inside of her stomach clearly weakened by the second “Where’s that fucking hubby now you dumb fucking slut hnng ” she bit her lip in ecstasy as the unidentifiable shape inside her stomach furiously fought, with what little strength it had, even the voice inside droned out by the loud as sin gurgles and noises.

Jesus. Mikey lay back, watching it in terror. Maybe this was just recorded earlier? And was being sent now to tease him, or maybe this was all just a bad dream he’d wake up from. Another video was sent in.

My Queen :

20:40 – Video attached

It was a sort of sick, part two of the first video. She moaned and groaned even louder, her stomach now smaller and smaller by the second until she let out an awful WHOUUUUUUUURPPPPPPP her mouth opening wider than anything Mikey had ever seen before. From her mouth came out Anna’s glasses, clumps of her hair, before a chunks of…. Bone came free. Smaller bones at first. Before chunks of a ribcage were launched from her belch, before at the end, the bit that came in first was set free, a skull. Over the course of this now that she’d slowed down, no real weight had been gained aside from muscle mass and her tits were even larger. The video ended with the pred giggling and w iping her mouth with a chunk of Anna’s wedding dress she unceremoniously tore off the sleeve. She then began fishing through all of the bones before placing something off camera and left room with the skull and bones still littering the floor before the video ended. The remains of what once was Mikeys wife.

My Queen :

20:40 – See? No guy wants a fat bitch anyways, so consider this weight loss surgery!

Mikey was staring at the text and the final frame of the video, before the flooring and lighting made more sense, he looked to the door at the back of the room, the special work in progress room Anna had been working on for so long.

My Queen :

20:40 – Video attached

Mikey watched now, paying attention to the room more as she left and walked out. She walked through a door and walked through the same living room he was in now? The lights, it all made sense. This had happened this afternoon. There was nothing that could have ever been done to save her. He walked to the door and cracked it open slightly, the stench from inside was unbearable but there they were, as they were left in the video. Bones scattered across the floor, and her ring was resting on top of the skull. The room, was a memorial to their marriage, their wedding outfits stood side by side as surrounding the walls were framed photos of the two. He’d always known Anna as a photographer. Or as I should say, she WAS a photographer. A cute little bed sat against the wall, it was the spare room but almost done up. She had always wondered what should be the rooms main centrepiece, she had no idea she would end up as it. As Mikey fell to his knees and cried his phone let off one final ding.

My Queen :

CONTACT HAS BLOCKED YOU. NO MORE COMMUNICATIONS WILL BE ALLOWED BETWEEN YOURSELF AND THIS USER.

Now what will you do will you try to bring her back? or get revenge!