Yet another violent piece of prose featuring a man who clearly has a clinical insanity that I haven’t bothered to specify.

WARNING – This short story contains scenes of violence and cannibalism. If you do not wish to read such things then please stop here and do not carry on. You have been warned.


When they sat him down at a table and drove nails through his hands into the table in an attempt to incapacitate him. As they hammered the nails home, he started to laugh maniacally.

“The boss says you’ve been causing trouble” said one of the kidnappers in a broad Scottish accent. The man stopped laughing and gave the kidnappers a great big grin, revealing teeth that had been filed to points.

“You don’t know what I am, do you?” He said as he pulled his hands off the table, the nails threading all the way through his flesh. “I’M NOSFERATU!” With a shout he freed his hands and ripped the throat out of his first kidnapper, using his filed teeth to tear out the man’s trachea with brutal efficiency, efficiency that spoke of practice. The second kidnapper tried to swipe at him with a knife, but he ducked, picked up one of the hammers used to drive nails through his hands, and caved the kidnapper’s skull in. After he put the hammer down, he picked up the body of the man whose throat he had tore out and walked out of the building. He then made a fire, cooked and ate the man.


Hope you enjoy, please feel free to comment.

The Lonely Recluse.

~ by The Lonely Recluse on August 13, 2011.

2 Responses to “Kidnapped”

  1. Now that is some magnificent writing.

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