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Nightly Rituals of Alchopya
By Thomas Miller
As the sun set over the quiet town of Flora, Florida, Alchopya began his nightly ritual. He closed down his butcher shop, locking the door behind him and carefully placing the key in his pocket. With a satisfied smile, he made his way to the back of the shop, where a large carcass hung from a hook.
Alchopya’s customers often marveled at the freshness and quality of his meat. They would comment on how it seemed to melt in their mouths and how it was unlike any other meat they had tasted before. Little did they know the secret behind Alchopya’s succulent cuts.
With a sharp cleaver in hand, Alchopya began to cut through the carcass, his movements precise and methodical. As he worked, he muttered to himself, his voice barely audible.
“Idiots,” he muttered, “they have no idea.”
Alchopya had always been an outcast in the small town of Flora. His dark complexion and strange accent made him stand out among the predominantly white and Southern population. But it was his secretive nature that truly made people wary of him.
Little did they know, Alchopya had a deep, dark secret. A secret that he had been harboring for years, hidden behind the walls of his butcher shop.
As he continued to cut through the carcass, Alchopya’s thoughts drifted to the townspeople. They were all so ignorant, so blind to the truth. They believed that they were eating the best meat in town, when in reality, they were consuming human flesh.
Alchopya had discovered his love for human flesh many years ago, when he was just a young apprentice in a butcher shop. He had accidentally cut his finger and tasted his own blood. It was then that he realized how delicious human flesh was and he couldn’t resist the temptation.
He had experimented with different cuts of meat, trying out different parts of the body until he found the perfect balance of flavor and texture. And he had become quite skilled at disguising the taste, making it almost indistinguishable from other meats.
But he had to be careful. He knew that if anyone found out about his secret, he would be condemned and arrested. So, he made sure to keep his butcher shop spotless and his cuts of meat perfect, leaving no evidence behind.
As he finished cutting through the carcass, Alchopya’s mouth watered at the thought of the delicious meal he would soon be enjoying. But just as he was about to wrap up the cuts of meat, he heard a knock at the door.
Alchopya’s heart began to race as he quickly cleaned up the blood and put away his tools. He made his way to the front of the shop and cautiously opened the door.
Standing on the other side was his only friend in town, Wilma. She was a plump and friendly woman, with a love for all things food. Alchopya had befriended her a few years ago, when she had stumbled upon his shop looking for a rare cut of meat. After that, she became a regular customer and Alchopya had grown fond of her.
“Hi Alchopya,” Wilma said with a smile, “I was wondering if you had any of that special cut of meat I tried last week. I want to make it for my husband’s birthday dinner.”
Alchopya’s heart skipped a beat. He had almost forgotten to restock that special cut of meat. But with Wilma standing in front of him, he couldn’t refuse.
“Of course, Wilma,” Alchopya said with a forced smile, “I have some in the back. Just give me a moment.”
He quickly made his way to the back of the shop, grabbed the special cut of meat and wrapped it up for Wilma. As he handed it to her, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of guilt wash over him. He was feeding her husband human flesh, just like he had done with countless other customers.
But he couldn’t stop now. He was addicted to the taste and the rush of consuming human flesh. And he would do anything to keep his secret hidden.
“Thank you, Alchopya,” Wilma said with a grateful smile, “you’re the best butcher in town.”
Alchopya nodded, his smile still forced, and watched as Wilma made her way out of the shop. Once she was out of sight, he let out a sigh of relief and locked the door once again.
He knew that he had to be more careful now. With people like Wilma coming to his shop, he couldn’t afford to slip up. He had to keep his secret safe, no matter what.
With a heavy heart, Alchopya made his way to the back of the shop and began to prepare the rest of the cuts of meat for the next day. But as he worked, the guilt and paranoia began to consume him.
What if someone found out? What if Wilma’s husband had a bad reaction to the meat? What if someone saw him disposing of the remains? These thoughts swirled around in Alchopya’s head, making him more and more paranoid.
But he couldn’t stop now. He had gone too far and there was no turning back. He had to keep going, no matter the consequences.
As the night went on, Alchopya’s thoughts became more frantic and his actions more erratic. He began to see and hear things, his mind playing tricks on him. He could almost hear the townspeople whispering about him, accusing him of being a cannibal.
In a state of panic, Alchopya grabbed a cleaver and started hacking away at the cuts of meat, his movements becoming more and more frenzied. Blood spattered everywhere as he continued to cut and mutilate the meat, until it was unrecognizable.
Panting and covered in blood, Alchopya finally collapsed on the floor, his mind consumed by the voices and hallucinations.
But as the sun rose the next morning, Alchopya’s paranoia had only grown. He knew that he couldn’t stay in Flora any longer. He had to leave, before someone found out his dark secret.
Without a second thought, Alchopya packed up his belongings and fled to an abandoned meat packing plant on the outskirts of town. It was a place that no one dared to go, rumored to be haunted by the ghosts of slaughtered animals.
But to Alchopya, it was a perfect hiding spot. He could continue his gruesome work in peace, far away from the townspeople and their suspicions.
And so, the Butcher of Flora, Florida, continued to live his life in the abandoned meat packing plant, consumed by his addiction and his fear of being discovered. And as he descended further into insanity, the voices and hallucinations from consuming human flesh began to consume him, turning him into a madman.
But one thing was for sure – the small town of Flora would never be the same again. And Alchopya’s dark secret would remain hidden, buried within the walls of the abandoned meat packing plant, forever haunting the town.