18. Bon Apetit
Slowly, I was filleted like fish. Bones totally removed, flesh hanging limp, except for my skull. I was still singing…perhaps about a pirate’s life for me. Noose round the neck, hung from a hook, the chef preparing a delicacy fit for royalty. He’d carved me in strips below the collar, so thin, so fine, like angel’s hair. I resembled a toyol, a forest imp, caught in a jar, preserved, and now ready to be devoured. Placed on a gigantic plate requiring two servants to hoist, my meaty shreds were spread out evenly to be slurped raw. The internal organs, battered in flour and deep-fried, in the style of crispy tempura, was arranged in a basket at the centre. And as a finishing garnish, the prized possession, crown jewels, generational joy, my genitals were decorated with flowers and ribbons, a feminine touch, appearing girly, set at the other end of the platter, directly opposite of my leering face.
Blood was pumped into the shaft, perpetually bloated and erected, hard like rock. The two testicles flopping off the dish like a mariner’s omen crafted at the prow of an ancient ship. At the stern, my mouth was still speaking; gibberish, nonsense, opening and closing like fish served in cruel Oriental cuisine, yet alive, gasping for last airs.
Jahr commended the chef and his team, sucking noodles of flesh, inviting guests to partake of the feast. They dug in. Slurping, they stabbed into the basket of innards, cutting at my neck to fill a bowl of meatball spaghetti, a carnivore’s delight. And through it all, I was kept breathing by a respirator, mumbling lines from popular movies, from chart-topping tunes.
Then a daughter of Jahr played with my penis, stroking it violently till I erupted. Semen sprayed the air, gravity commanding the milky droplets down onto the unlucky crowd who’d forgotten their umbrellas. Smearing VIPs, divine aristocrats. Sperms taste like roe, caviar. They are the eggs of life after all. And these gods lapped it up. These goddesses lapped it all up. They finally passed my cock around, each taking a bite. A communion. A covenant. I was finished. The balls were given to the dogs. Suddenly it was a room of vampires, of demons; hellish faces ogling me. I returned a horrid stare; I knew what was before me, my fate sealed. For once I had nothing to babble.
And the rush. They jumped on me, unlike highwaymen robbing coaches. Not gentlemanly. They sucked out my brain through the five orifices of my face, through the pores of skin. Eyes flopped from nerves; it was later gulped down by their devilish hounds. Now they also sucked from the sockets.
I could feel my mind swimming. Unregistered thoughts shooting in and out at light speed. Memories; some of them not even mine. Grey matter bubbled out from my ears, brain-pulp from nostrils. My intelligence was being drained by a straw, the patterns of the core organ diminishing, seeping out of the mouth. Unloaded and transported to vampiric blood, transfused to immortal flesh…and eventually, I am ready to die.