Jennifer awoke to a throbbing pain on the back of her head feeling dizzy and disorientated. Letting out a groan and with her eyes still closed she lifted her hand to her temple. Only, she couldn't. Eyes shot open as she found her arms were tied to what she was laying on.
"Oh no," she gasped as she looked around and found herself laying on a slide going into one of the crematorium's oven. She looked down toward her feet and found the cannibal patient was sitting on her thighs.
"Ah…good you're awake," he smiled a bloody grin as he leaned his body down onto Jennifer's, getting within inches of her face, "I like to watch my food cook while it's wriggling and writhing. Makes it taste so much better."
His breath was rancid, making poor Jennifer's stomach churn. She turned her face as she retched and coughed, trying her hardest not to vomit. Not seeming to really care about her reaction, the cannibal took this as an opportunity to move his face closer to the crook of her neck. His prickly beard that was covered in filth and blood brushed up against the skin of her neck as he inhaled her scent.
"Mmmmm…" he moaned in ecstasy as she cringed and tears began to roll down her face, "You smell sweet, like honey. Wonder if you taste as sweet as you smell." Opening his mouth, he stuck his tongue out and licked Jennifer's skin all the way up her neck and to the apples of her cheeks lapping up one of her salty tears. He shivered in pleasure enjoying the taste of her skin and tears.
"Noooooo," Disgusted, Jennifer shrieked and began to try to fight him off of her, moving her torso left to right and bucking her hips to try to push him off. She was able to slide one of her hands free and used it to grab him by the arm to pull him off balance. He fell with a grunt, landing on his head first giving Jennifer time to untie her other hand and make a run for it.
"Oh you lil motherfucker," the cannibal roared as he picked himself up and bolted towards her. Catching up with her, he grabbed her around the waist and arms, he hoisted her up off the ground. "I'm going to enjoy watching you cook and broil til you're extra crispy," he growled as she kicked and screamed for her life.
Grasping tightly around her, he walked back to the slide for the oven and forcibly slammed her down onto it. He kept her down by pushing down on her neck. She clawed at his hand, her breath getting hard to get as he pushed down harder. Losing consciousness, her vision started to get blurry but she was able to see his face inching toward her again.
"You're mine, bitch," he growled.
Out of the corner of Jennifer's eye, she spotted something. If she could just reach it, maybe, just maybe she'd have a chance. Looking at the cannibal straight in the eye with her cerulean ones glaring at him, she stated in a low tone of voice, "Burn in hell, you psychotic freak!"
She rammed her left hand up to the wall with all her might and pushed the button that let started the slide. Pulling them both in with an intense speed and stopping as quickly as it had started. The force of the stop threw the cannibal over Jennifer and deeper into the oven. Taking no time, she crawled as quickly as she could out of the already hot oven and slammed the oven door closed, locking it just in the nick of time.
The cannibal scream in a mixture of anger and pain as he pounded on the door, looking out of the small window at her as he began to be burnt alive, "No, nooo! You're mine! You're mine, you fucking bitch. Ah! Ahhh!"
Eventually the cries died down as he slowly cooked and charred, turning into a large pile of ash inside the oven. Jennifer's legs had become weak and like jello, she had stumbled down onto the floor of the crematorium. Her breathing becoming exaggerated as she sat there, realizing what she had just done. Tears began to flow down her cheeks once again as she began to sob, pulling her jello like legs up to her and letting the tears fall down. It wasn't necessarily that she was upset that she had killed him. He absolutely deserved it for what he was doing. It's just that she killed another human being when she's never even hurt a fly in her life. That's what she couldn't handle. She had to be strong though, she was justified in what she did. But it still didn't stop the tears from falling.
It was only after a few minutes that she heard some rustling somewhere in the distance that broke Jennifer of her crying spell. She had to move on. As upset as she was, she had to. If she didn't, more than likely she would be dead. Wiping away the tears from her eyes, she stood up and started back on her way to the prison.