Date Night Cannabilisim

The story takes place with a man who is going on a date. He looked so fine dressed up in a black trench coat with brown camel boots, carrying a cigar in his one hand and a bottle of wine as he entered the restaurant. Alas! he was enjoying his vibes until the waiter came and said wine's not allowed here; he smirked at the waiter threw the bottle as it was empty, and with his spoiled mood, he sat at a table with a nice view. Near him was a group of girls sitting. He saw a woman with gorgeous blonde hair in a restaurant; it seemed like she was with her friends for dinner. They were so amused by the restaurant's ambiance and having a good time until he realized that she didn't order anything. While the guy was having his meal, they had accidental eye contact. While the guy was in deep thought about why the girl didn't order any food, a waiter came by with molten lava in his tray. Upon asking, the waiter pointed towards the girl and said, " madam ordered this for you," what a nice gesture it was. She passed him a smile, and he responded with shimmering eyes.

The guy was trying to muster the courage to go and ask her for coffee. At the same time, his mind was flooded with thoughts like, does she like me? Was that a sign? Should I go? all these thoughts and a bite of molten lava simultaneously causing serotonin rush in his brain. Before he could finish his molten lava or come to any conclusion, the blonde girl stood up and started heading towards the guy. he could feel his heart throbbing. He failed to hide that mesmerizing shine in his eyes. the blonde girl came and asked, "How was the sweet?" he responded, " um, delicious," she asked, " May I sit?" he stood up and pulled the chair for her. They had a brief talk while the girl waits for him to eat after he's done eating, Hannah offers to go back to her place. He agrees to go back to her place and asks if they can watch a movie. Hannah says yes, of course. They go back to her house.

They sat together on her couch, and they watched a movie. She gets up to go to the bathroom, and he notices a foul-smelling odor; he tries to follow the smell while following the scent he passed through a lobby with black walls and black furniture with some red liquid jug on a table, he observed the smell was coming from the garage. He goes through the garage, but he is stabbed just before he enters the door. Hannah stabs him in the neck with a syringe filled with drugs and starts to drag him while she's dragging him; she says, "I hope you didn't see the dead bodies." Before going unconscious, he heard what she had said, and then Hannah took him out back to the shed, which was all monochrome with an aluminum tool which were unrecognizable.

She says, “you should be thankful this is where I put my favorite meat collection before I hang them.” He's so drugged up. She puts him in the chains and locks him up in the shed. He didn't even notice that she had stripped him down completely naked in the shed. She blindfold him and started licking his chest while touching his erogenous zones, then kissed his throat and bite on his earlobe afterward circled his navel rings; his body started unimaginably responding to her touch and then she tries to castrate him with a kitchen knife. There were shackles and chains attached to the wall and ground. She tells him that she will leave to prepare a marinade for his flesh. He is so high off of the drugs that she pumped him with that he doesn't hear anything she says, and he starts to hallucinate… he sees a pile of dead bodies in the shack with him; he sees himself dead on top of the pile of corpses, his corpse talks to him and tells him that he will not make it out alive.

The corpse that he sees begins to walk off the pile of bodies, sits next to him, and starts a conversation about why he will die there. He’s so drugged up he doesn’t notice that three days have passed by, and he's covered in his feces and his urine. On the third day, the lady comes back stripped with a boiling hot marinade. She covers his body in the marinade; he screams horrifically. His flesh is now covered in second-degree burns. she walks away and says, “you must stay here for at least three more hours to let the marinade soak through your skin; meantime, I'm going to grab my flamethrower to sanitize any bacteria that is on your flesh.” As she gets the flame thrower, he notices that the marinade has made his wrist slippery.

He is now able to slip out of the cuffs and chains. She comes back three hours later, not noticing he slipped out. Around this time, the drugs are starting to fade off, and she had been pumping him with narcotics for the past two days. Just before shooting him with a flame thrower, he gets up as fast as he can. He then kicks her in the knee breaking her leg, and then she attempts to punch him, and he breaks her arm as it's flying towards his face, and then his final blow is an uppercut, and he knocks her out. He takes the flame thrower and burns her body, but before burning her body, he takes her clothes off that she’s wearing; she's wearing a chef’s outfit.

He hears somebody ringing at the doorbell. There are two men in black suits. He looked through the peephole of the door, and he asked them what they were there for. they said, “we're not allowed to discuss that through the door we can’t have anyone hearing us.” The man then realizes that they are here for the meat, and he allows them through the door. The first thing they say is so “the cook appears to be a man. We know that nobody usually meets you in person, but we wanted to pick the meat out ourselves.”

The man says, “that's fine, follow me.” he takes them to the garage and notices that the meat is labeled. All the meat hanging is white females and males to the right side burned, and then there are black males and females to the left side their bodies are also burned. The labels above them read dark meat and white meat. He notices a machete on a table covered in blood. He assumes it's for cutting the bodies; there is also a chainsaw. He discovers that the odor never leaves the house due to the women isolating the ventilation and rapping the walls with Saran wrap. He gives one of the men the machete, and he says, "cut whatever piece of whatever meat that you want, and I will charge you for whatever cut you take.” The men began slicing the leg off of a black man.

They carry it to the man who is now being called the chef. He says, “thank you for the leg," and he puts it on the table and then begins to fire at them with a flamethrower; they dodge, but he manages to get one of them as he’s burning and dying, he steals his gun and fires the gun at him and kills the other man. The man finds a phone and calls the police. The police ask, “where are you at?” and he tells them, and he explains the situation, then the cops say, "we'll be right there.” The Cops break down the door, and they shoot him down. The cops look at each other, and one of them says, “it’s good that we killed him because if we let him live, we wouldn’t be getting any more money from the black market, and we wouldn’t get any more of this human meat. now we gotta find somebody to be the chef.” The other cop replies saying, “we can just look for an inmate who has a lot of time and tell him that we’ll shorten his years if he does this favor and if he squeals, we’ll kill him ourselves”

Our story ends for now…