Chapter 19 / 51 · 1 min

Human Meat

I hadn’t eaten human meat in nearly two years.

Today is Fabiha’s birthday. I’ve decided to bring her some human meat as a surprise. She loves it. Even ten years ago you could buy it cheap at the market, but then some idiots decided that eating human meat was a kind of barbarism. There will always be people like that, you know. Apparently in ancient times many were vegetarians, refusing to eat anything but leaves and weeds. The things people come up with.

After that movement in Paris, you can no longer buy human meat at the market. The only time it’s available is when someone is executed for rape. Instead of hanging, they’re slaughtered, cut up, and the meat is sold.

A bad system. If they sold the meat in murder cases too, instead of hanging the killers, supply would at least be a little better. Punishment like this has cut down on rape, so you can’t get human meat in your stomach even once every three years. So today, after two years, I stood in line with eager impatience.

The victim has agreed to carry out the execution with her own hands. The animal is tied to the ground. Knife sharpened, she moves toward him slowly. I stand there with my shopping bag, full of anticipation. Fabiha will surely be so happy with her surprise.