Small World

Thinking this would be easy was the furthest thing from his mind, waking up in a place like this. Fear slowly rumbling its way up from his feat to his heart, the foggy haze was fading as he realized he couldnt move. "Why am i here!?", "who did this to me?", he thought to himself, feet and hands bound in this small room with no light. Struggling to find a way free he wiggles and worms around in the dark, hoping to get an idea of where he is. He can hear the sound of chains and metal clanging together as he bumped into the imediate walls around him. "Must be a shed", he thought as he desperately tried to figure out what he could have done, why he would deserve this, who did he cross this badly?. Panic began to flood in as he noticed something, the things around him werent just tools and lawn supplies found in normal sheds, the smell of iron oxide filled the room, blood.

He reached up as high as he could, feeling for what it was, sharp and wet, cold and curved, hooks. He was in a meat shed he realized as he fell back in disbelief, "what did i do, what did i do!?", he asked himself over and over trying to make sense of this, of why he was here, and what would happen to him.

As he fell back to the corner of the shed he hit the wall a tad too hard and to his surprise a slab of unknown fleshy weight fell off of one of the hooks, heavy, and pinning him there. He struggled and struggled to get from under it, its wet cold fluids bathing him, noticing cloth he investigated, feeling it more over with bound hands his fingers grazed an odd edge, wet meaty flesh around a hard knot, must be bone. Feeling all over he found five sites on the meat like this, then it dawned on him, the cloth was a shirt. "Oh god it a person!", He cryed out, panicing at max he squirmed and jerked his way out from under the body. But he knew he made too much noise, because he could hear heavy wide footsteps approching the shed from outside. He knew whoever put him here was back, nd he was helpless. The door bursts open! He can see him now, this monster of a man, huge even by normal standards. Giant and covered in blood, wearing a sac on his head with holes cut out for seeing, overalls drenched in someone elses death, growling an inhuman sound, wild like a beast. The monster took a step in, he knew that he couldnt do anything, tears began forming in his eyes. Who would do this in broad daylight? And why to him? Seemed hopeless, and he couldnt figure out why. That was the scariest part, that he had no idea why he was here, snatched from his home, looking around he could see the dripping hooks and other victims, 3 in total that he could tell, were all chopped up and he knew he would soon follow. He screamed at the beast, "who are you!?", "why are you- before he could finish his words the monster jumped forward, hook in hand, springing forward with one powerful blow, before he could blink the hook was in the side of his temple, spazzing like a cat that had gotten its head crushed he fell to the ground, looking up at the overalled menace. Vision and hearing fading slowly as he could make out the mans slight gritty chuckle, enjoying what he had just done, he kneeled down and looked him in the eye, slowly removing the sac from his head. He could barely see him, these last few seconds of life, fear exploding in his chest as he knew this was it, he felt himself going. As the sac came off the demons face he could see the shocking reality of it, it was his neighbor, The old fat farmer down the road. He never figured him to be a murderer, a monster that butchered humans for his own pleasure. Fading to blackness he could still hear him laughing, that deep ugly chuckle of approval, a laugh of pride in his work, heh heh heh heh,.. Heh heh heh heh heh.....