Norfolk Horror

[Timbo]

Not for those of a nervous disposition!

 

Thirty one feet ten by ten feet one the size of the confinement. Water surrounds, no escape. Thrice daily the ritual is observed. Cruelly the victim is forced to take out the implements of his own torture. Sharp knives for evisceration, salt for the wounds. His tormentor sits and slobbers in anticipation. Knives slice into flesh...hot steel is heated to sear, and crisp the delicate flesh, but these are nothing compared to the sickening guttural snarls, coughs, sniffs, snorts and grunts of the tormentor which sicken the victim to the core.

 

All too soon jaws with blunted teeth slice and grind, pulling flesh from the bone to slide thick and slick into the greased maw. Although starving himself the feeding frenzy drives all thoughts of hunger from the victim. At last the feeding has ended, the monster sated... for the now.

"Eee Lad! Tha makes a good pork chop!" exclaims Uncle Albert wiping the grease from his mouth on the back of his sleeve  "Any chance of a cup of tea?" 

[riyadhcrew]

Timbo,

 

Please don't stop these little tales. They keep me going here in Riyadh.

[BroadScot]

I agree Eric   Pure dead brilliant yet again Tim

 

Iain.