by Hunter-Seeker
It was the three girls' fifth day in the cage in the courtyard in the middle of nowhere. They have not been fed since their capture, or even attended to at all, just stripped completely naked and left there without a word. As for the reason, the only clue was that their captors checked their registrations and wrote down details. They were weak and hurting. Willa was idly standing under running water, leaning against the wall. Sarah slowly lifted herself from the ground, placed her hands around her mouth and cried for help a few more times, while Karen sat, somewhat annoyed by the noise.
Shortly after, a group of armed men and women came. The captives immediately stood up, and Sarah grabbed the bars and pleaded for an explanation. She was answered with rifles aimed at the cage, and hadn't noticed the fuel being carried to the roasting pit. A woman pointed at the cage's wall and gestured a turning motion. The captives hesitated, prompting a man to cock his gun, after which they quickly turned around and pressed themselves against the wall, away from the cage door. It was opened and Willa was taken, still dripping wet, and the door was locked again. She was taken a few meters away, and was roughly held in place by her arms behind her back. The woman and a man went to a nearby table, placing their guns on it after engaging the safeties, followed by their belts. They stripped down to their underwear, the woman drawing looks when she took off her sports bra, then took a machete from her belt.
They walked towards Willa, who watched them in alarm. The woman remained some distance away when the man replaced the one restraining Willa and pushed her down to a kneeling position, causing her to pee in fear and weakly plead for mercy. Karen grasped the bars and watched while Sarah fell, backpedaled to the wall and went fetal. The woman came and collected Willa's wet hair in her left hand, who closed her eyes and sobbed, then pulled her forward.
She took aim with the machete, brought it up, and loudly hacked into Willa's neck, stopping halfway. Blood sprayed on her face and breasts, visibly disgusting her somewhat. Willa went silent and limp as blood spilled from the widened cut. The machete was brought up and hit the neck again, more quietly this time, sending the head and the body in opposite directions. Still holding the dripping head, the bloodied woman wiped her eyes with her right forearm and left for the building.
Karen and Sarah watched in horror and confusion as Willa's body was dragged to the roasting pit, tied to a spit and placed on top of it. The bloodied man left as the others got the fire going and kicked dirt over Willa's blood and piss.
Her body was roasted for a long time. The familiar smell made the captives nauseous, but at the same time, their stomachs hurt more than ever. Only two of the captors stayed there, looking bored. Karen paced in the cage when she saw a woman leaving. She quickly returned, accompanied by more armed men, and walked toward the cage. Karen walked backwards to the wall. Sarah was weakly crying on the ground, and stood up when Karen alerted her. The captors aimed at them again, and one motioned at them with his gun, prompting them to face the wall. They could hear the door opening, felt the smell intensifying, and heard something big thrown into the cage before it was closed.
They were left with Willa's steaming body, lying on its back. Sarah looked into their captor's eyes, silently seeking an explanation, but all she saw was slight amusement. Karen carefully walked to the corner farthest from the body, pressing herself into it in vain. Most of the captors left again, and the only one left watched the cage more intently than before.
They stared at the woman-shaped roast, fighting their growing urges. Sarah slowly crawled toward the legs to examine them, salivating for the first time in days. Karen pleaded to her not to do it. She first denied that she was going to, then ignored her. She told her to shut up while moving back and forth toward the thigh. Karen closed her eyes. She finally plunged and took a bite, tearing off a strip of meat and very quickly stuffing it into her mouth and swallowing. She reeled back and screamed.
Breathing heavily on her knees, she processed what happened, and slowly calmed down. She stared into Karen's accusing eyes, silently telling her that they have no choice, then turned back to the food. Carefully, she grabbed the thigh, angrily tore off a large piece, and started eating it, chewing this time. Karen crawled there, held out her hand, and received another piece. She eventually ate it, too.
They fell asleep that night in each other's arms, their spirits lower than ever, but their stomachs full. Pain was leaving their body, and a familiar sense of well-being was returning. Karen woke up more lucid than she's been lately. More than she wanted to be. And she was hungry again.