[ WP ] You 're a serial killer chef that hides parts of your victim in the meals that you prepare for your restaurant .

`` Im sorry for my little outburst last week Mr Davis. Please, accept this humble meal I have made for you and your wife as an apology.'' 
 
 Last week I got into a argument with this customer and his wife. He insulted and bullied one of the waitresses. And instead of having the decency to stop and apologize to the poor girl, he threw his plate at her and then continued to complain about the bad service. 
 
 She suffered a nasty wound on her head and Mrs Davis then started to mock her, how ugly she was and calling her worthless piece of trash. Police had to be called and the entire restaurant turned into a ugly scene with several people yelling and cursing at each other. 
 
 Those people thought that they were worth more than other people just because they had money. 
 
 So to ensure that this prick and his bitch wife would never bother my partners and me again I came up with an apology and invited them for dinner at the restaurant. 
 
 Since we were one of the best places in the city it was quite unsurprising they actually came. I arranged for them to be the last guests before we closed. 
 
 So here they were sitting, eating their last meal and talking about their so much better life. 
 
 `` This was quite the apology. Im glad that you recognized that it was all the fault of your useless waittress. I take it you have fired her?'' 
 
 `` No, but she got demoted to cleaning plates for a month.'' 
 
 `` A month is still too good for this useless girl.'' 
 
 Mrs Davis took another bite from the meat on her table. Mr davis was still eating his soup. 
 
 `` This is the best soup I have ever eaten, the meat is so tender.'' 
 
 Those fools. After years of training I was able to cook human meat that would taste like normal animal meat. 
 
 But there was a rule: We would only feed the guilty with human meat. If you havent done anything wrong and came to my place, I would ensure you would get the finest food without any human ingredients. Even halal if you wish for it. 
 
 And those two were definetly guilty. Sarah Davis ran a traficker ring who was disguised as model agency. Her organization would lure young pretty girls from all over the world, promising a new happy life in the USA. Once in the hands of those monster they would addict them to drugs and then force them into prostitution. Every girl who tried to escape or talk to the police would be found dead after a few days. Tortured to death and horribly mutilated. 
 
 Jack Davis owned a pharmacy company. This particular company would buy patents and the rights to produce essential medications and then skyrocket the prices. His victims were mainly the poor people. And if those unfortunate souls werent able to pay for their meds, a shady loan company would contact them. They would offer those people loans with exorbitant interest rates. Since other banks and companies wouldnt give them loans, they had to accept it. And what a surprise: The loan company was also owned by Mr Davis. 
 
 Effectively both of them were modern slavers. 
 
 `` You two ealier mentioned your son. How is he doing?'' 
 
 `` Joe is doing fine. He called us yesterday and said he was going to make a travel around the world. We will really miss him when he is gone.'' 
 
 I grinned. 
 
 `` He might be closer than you think.'' 
 
 Mrs Davis started to yawn. 
 
 `` Why do I feel so sleepy?'' 
 
 `` Extorting young girls must be exhausting Mrs Davis.'' 
 
 Mr Davis Face suddenly turned serious. 
 
 `` What did you just say?'' 
 
 `` Oh, I know what you are doing for a living.'' 
 
 Mrs Davis fell asleep on her plate. Mr Davis had difficulties staying awake. 
 
 `` And your son Joe isnt better. Just last week he ran over a entire family. Instead of calling the ambulance he ran over them again to ensure they were dead. But dont worry, Im sure he will feel very comfortable inside you and I know you like it too. After all the flesh of guilt tastes best.'' 
 
 I could see in his face that he wanted to throw up. But the anaesthetic was too strong. I called in Gina, my waitress. She still had a bandage on her head. 
 
 `` Gina my dear, would you please prepare the special room for our guests?'' 
 
 She smiled. 
 
 `` Of course.'' 
 
 `` And the knifes too. ``, I said with a wink. 
 
 Mr Davis barely could keep his eyes open. I brought my face close to his. 
 
 `` Mr Davis, do you remember what the last sentence was I said to you last week?'' 
 
 `` E..E..Eat... a dick?'' 
 
 `` Well, you just did.''
