Prey for the Wicked

By: A. D Sparks The first time I ate human flesh was for my 27th birthday. I became aware of the idea after hearing a story about how some guys in Germany met up online and one said: “ I have the funniest craving! Some human meat would really just hit the spot right about now.” And then some other guy popped online and said: “Well gosh-darn-it, what great timing! I sure would like to be eaten.” So they met up, and the first guy killed the other, and stored him in his freezer, and slowly ate him. Obviously, he was eventually caught, otherwise we would never have heard the story. But I was inspired by this man’s, admittedly stupid, actions. I met some random guy on some dating app or other. I picked him because he said he didn’t drink or do drugs (which I figured would sour the meat) and he wasn’t too big; that was it. I wasn’t the strongest, at that point in life, and I thought that if I could find someone a bit ...