Frank
by Marcelo Almeida

Jonas slowly approached the man on the bed, admiring his naked physique. Standing, he walked to the equipments on his left and started sharpening them.
    "You know, Frank, I miss you. I really do," Jonas bashed the blades against each other rhythmically, following his words. "It's been a while since the last time we were like this, hasn't it? All by ourselves, face to face. Those were the good times. Remember when you met that Mexican girl, Conchita? No? I do. Hot body. And you weren’t too bad either. It’s a shame we got old, huh?" and he caressed the naked man’s hair.
    "You are cold, you know that? Cold. Though I must say, I like cold. Remember our trip to Québec? What was it, minus twenty? And what about our wieners, huh? Minus two?" and he laughed, loudly. "What, not funny? Well, you were always the serious one." Jonas sat down on a chair beside the bed and started feeling the body. Soon, he got to the fingers and started cutting at them. "I was the nasty one. The kinky one. Can you believe I married? I know what you must be thinking but I swear this is for real. That is . . . weird . . . isn't it? I always thought you were the one who would settle down and . . . fuck . . . this finger is hard . . . ha, got it. That reminds me, you loved those candies, Butterfinger right? You get it? Butter. Finger?" and he laughed again. As soon as he stopped, he started feeling the body's hand until he got to the wrist, and he went back to the cutting.
    "I met her what . . . two, three years ago. There's something you used to say. What was it? 'A lover's eyes are the heart's demise'? 'Your eyes will show you your heart'? It was something about love at first sight . . . Oh, whatever," he finished sawing through the wrists and went for the biceps. He searched for the best spot and started slicing. "We know when we meet the one, right? Well, that's what happened. As soon as I laid my eyes on her, I knew . . . wow, I didn't remember you were so strong. Nice muscles. I hope my son is like that," he finished doing the arms and headed for the shoulders.
    "Did I tell I am going to have a child? Me and Adrienne. That's my wife's name, Adrienne. I forgot to tell you, didn't I. I'm so sorry . . . now this bone's hard . . . but don't worry, I'll get this over with soon enough . . . There. All said and done. May I start doing the legs? You don't mind, do you? I thought so. I'll start off on the right foot, ok?" and he laughed loudly once again.
    “So, as I was telling you, I fell for her as soon as I met her. We got married soon afterwards, and now we’re gonna have a child. I was thinking of giving him your name. How’s that for a homage? If it’s a boy, that is. We don’t know yet,” Jonas sawed both of the body’s feet and put them inside a bucket. Soon, he was examining the knees. “She’s just got pregnant. You can barely notice. Man, you have absolutely no idea how happy I am. I mean, that’s all I can think about. I’m going to be a dad! Don’t worry, I know that if you still had your arms, you’d give me a hug. I won’t hold that against you," and he started laughing uncontrollably at that. When he had finally calmed down, he finished doing the knees and headed for the crotch. “That was mean, I know. I shouldn’t kick a man when he’s down, but you know how I am. Couldn’t resist . . . And . . . what do I see here . . . are you cold again?" and he started laughing once more. “Just kidding. I know how much you used this. All those women. And between you and me, there were some men too, weren’t there?”, he finished cutting the legs and the penis off and started opening the thorax.
    “But you know something, I want my son’s body to be just like yours. You were always so athletic. Just look at your heart right here”, and there was Jonas laughing again. “That’s a good one right there, huh? No? Well, sense of humor was never one of your redeeming qualities. I sure hope my son gets that from me. I mean, he’d be the coolest kid in class.
    “You know something, I never said this before, but I always had a dream of going out with my son, you know, hanging out with him? Taking him for a drink or something? I hope he can hold his liquor. Unlike you, who just pissed yourself,” Jonas started laughing hard again, holding the cut bladder in his hands, looking for somewhere to place it. He stashed it inside a small bag and put it beside the body.
    “Okay, now that I’m done here, let’s go for the head. I’m going to split open your skull and take your brain away. It might hurt a little . . . Well, here it goes,” smashing hard, Jonas managed to break Frank’s skull and still get hold of the brain.
    “Wow. You have a beautiful mind, you know that? Too bad you couldn’t be the head of the agency,” and he sneered quietly, watching the body on the table. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to clean everything up.”
    Jonas stood up and sorted the body neatly on the table. He washed the floor and mopped it. After the cleaning session, he took a long, hot shower. He dressed up in a nice suit and headed back for the dark room. He sat beside the table, looking around anxiously. Slowly, he pulled from his clothes a knife and a fork, and then said, “So, where do I start?”

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