Two policemen, John and Chase, climbed the stairs to Humndinger's apartment.
Apparently, no one has seen him for two weeks.
Chase pulled the handle, the door was locked, he saw John getting ready to break the door open.
- Seriously? He asked.
- At most, someone will file a complaint. John said.
When the door fell off its hinge, they smelled a nice smell, though for some reason there was something disturbing about it.
They entered the kitchen, Chase turned pale and John pulled out a gun.
There was a naked boy on the table, he looked as if he had been fried, his arms and legs were tied, which made him arched, and an apple was stuck in his mouth, there were steaming vegetables around him .
There was Humndinger, John paled when he saw him. He was as fat as a sumo wrestler, he was gray as poor quality toilet paper, his belly as big as a sack of potatoes literally fell to his knees, his mouth and neck were covered with blood, and in his greasy hand he held a meat knife.
- Don't move motherfucker! ... John growled ... Chase, call backup.
A urine stain was growing on Chase's pants
- Help me... I... cant stop... hunger. Humndinger was speaking as he slowly approached them.
- Stand still, I say!
- Eat!
- Stand , fuck!
- Eat!
- Come on ...
- EAT !
John fired. Humndinger's head exploded, splashing blood all over the place.