Birthday Meat Suit

An Extreme Horror Story

Trigger Warning: Dear Readers, please note this is an extreme horror story inspired by fellow writers

E.M.R

and

Spencer D.W.

This story is not for the faint of heart and explores some upsetting material. If you do make it to the end I thank you for reading and I hope you don’t have too much trouble sleeping tonight.

I held the power button down until the monitor came to life, streaming a beam of artificial light onto my face. A familiar background displayed on the home screen. Two adults, three children, and a corgi named Coco sat posed and smiling. I took a moment to listen for any stirring in the house, but everything seemed to be quiet. I’m working late tonight honey. The earlier conversation with the female from the background played through my mind. Janice is her name. Met on a Sunday, married on a Monday. She was confused, wondering why I had to work on my birthday. Traditionally my insurance company allowed me to take the day off, but my wife accepted the unfortunate predicament as fact, ceasing the barrage of questions.

There was no work. Only ghosts. I typed in the domain and waited for the screen to load.

Http://wattowurldd.ghstwhspr7x9k4m.onion

The browser opened a chat room for men seeking ghosts. Eve’s pale face appeared in the chat box, revealing her bloated features. Eve Peterson died in 1998 after falling in Ladybird Lake near Austin. However, she thrived in the after-chats. For enough coin she could show you the wonders of the beyond, satiating the need to know what lay in the darkness.

WhaleBnE: Hello, my love.

EveCntSwim: Did you bring your tools?

WhaleBnE: Of course. Did you know it’s my birthday?

EveCntSwim: Another year closer. Do you crave release?

I opened the small satchel sitting on my desk. Inside were scalpels, razor blades, and a fishing hook fixed to the end of a spool with three hundred and seventy-five yards of line. Eve’s swollen face curled up into a smile, water seeping from the cracks in her porcelain skin. I ignored the blueing around her bruised eyes, to avoid a repeat of the last session’s gastrointestinal fiasco.

WhaleBnE: All here beautiful.

EveCntSwim: Do you need a moment before we begin?

WhaleBnE: I’m ready.

EveCntSwim: Very well. Do you love me?

WhaleBnE: I love you to completion.

EveCntSwim: Then Bleed.

I always knew this moment would come but there was still a bit of hesitation within me. Her milky eyes didn’t blink, and I was drawn into her gaze. Pain is temporary.

The skin around my wrist split open as the razor skated across in a circular pattern. My hurt morphed into a surreal feeling of liberation. I slid the edge underneath the first layer of skin, working it back and forth to separate the subcutaneous tissue from the muscle. Blood dribbled onto the floor in rhythmic plops and the smell of iron ignited a furious passion within my soul. Savor the agony. A vertical cut was made from the base of the palm to the tip of my middle finger. The degloving was easy, making a wet ripping sound as I pulled the skin away.

Eve stared at the mess of ligaments and fibrous muscle on my meaty appendage. She smiled and licked her rotten lips, caressing her body with dead fingers.

EveCntSwim: You offer me your hand. How cute. Now flay the flesh steeple.

WhaleBnE: Why?

EveCntSwim: Love is sacrifice. Don’t you crave me?

WhaleBnE: Yes. When it is done. May I join you?

EveCntSwim: Cut.

I set the bloodied razor down on the desk. Sliding my pants off is difficult with only one good hand, but I managed to get the sweats down to my ankles. The video detailing self-castration played through my head, making my insides bubble. Eve continued to stare back, tilting her head to the side. Observing me. I tied a tubular rubber tourniquet around my shaft and testicles, doing my best to clamp it down tight. The material slid through my bloodied hand but I managed to cut off the blood flow well enough. My hand gripped the scalpel, cutting from the base of my penis to the opening of my urethra.

Tears spilled down my cheeks and I almost lost myself to unconsciousness but I managed to hold fast. I cut around the edges at the base, turning my member into a crude piece of gore resembling a butterflied shrimp. Urine and blood flowed wildly, pooling around my lap.

“Oh fuck.”

I tightened the tourniquet and looked back toward Eve. She licked at the camera, mouthing the word Taste. My flayed finger swirled around the blood, and I drew a small heart on the screen. Eve placed her mouth over the crimson sigil and sucked the fluid through the monitor, moaning as she drank. I wasn’t sure how this was possible, but I dared not question it. The magic within Wattowurldd was a privilege and eternity with Eve was the true prize.

WhaleBnE: Can I ascend?

EveCntSwim: Almost. The blood toll has been paid. However, you must truly suffer.

WhaleBnE: Anything for you, my love.

EveCntSwim: Begin.

My head throbbed from the blood loss and exhaustion from the marathon of self-mutilation. I was so close. When Eve first told me about the tolls of atonement, I knew my offering had to ooze profound suffering. A quick internet search revealed the world’s worst torture methods. Disembowelment by intestinal crank was the one that stood out to me. Intestinal cranks weren’t something you could buy online, but with a little ingenuity and a dream, anything was possible. I wrapped the fishing line around a drill bit, making sure to keep my rows uniform until I reached the end of the spool. Running the end of the line through the hook with a simple knot finished the device and I took one more glance at Eve.

Her face was pressed against the glass of the monitor, distorting from the pressure. It was like she was trying to break through.

WhaleBnE: In death, we are eternal.

I pulled the metal crucifix from my neck and stabbed the edge into my abdomen, sawing until I created a hole wide enough to remove a loop of intestine. Bowels lack nerve endings, so this part was painless, however, I didn’t account for the power of the drill’s motor. It spun violently, widening the slit in my gut as the intestines tore loose. They entangled themselves around the bit, tearing and spilling a mixture of bile and shit across the floor. I screamed and noticed Eve was laughing at me. The vile bitch was really laughing. My anger turned to awe when her bloated arm extended through the screen, gripping the edge of my desk. Next was her engorged head, followed by her shoulders and torso. Within moments she stood before me, digging her hands into my wound to assist with my evisceration.

“Eternal we are dear lover,” Eve said, pressing her stinking lips to mine.

Her skin sloughed away as we kissed, bits of dead flesh falling into my mouth.

“I love you.”

My eyes closed for a long while and when I woke up, I was standing over my body. Confusion settled over me, especially when I noticed my injuries had healed. I reached out to touch my corpse, but Eve stopped me.

“This is but a shell. A new world awaits,” Eve said, pointing back toward the computer.

I gripped her hand as we transcended into our eternity.

***

Two Weeks Later

Detective Fernando Alvarez sat in his office, rapidly clicking his pen while he navigated the display settings on the video file. He hovered his mouse over the hyperlink

Http://wattowurldd.birthdaymeatsuit.onion

and opened it again, fast-forwarding to the final seconds. The corpse sat there castrated, mutilated, and eviscerated. Alvarez upped the gain, brightening the image. In the background, a silhouette of a man, similar in stature stood near the corpse. Across from him was a whiteish outline of what looked like an obese woman, except obese wasn’t quite the right word.

“Bloated?” Alvarez said under his breath.

He remembered the chat threads found on Mr. Tabor’s computer, between him and someone with the username EveCntSwim. In an early chat, she had said her name was Eve Peterson. The detective cursed himself for not making the connection sooner and searched her name using the Bureau’s database. The name Eve Peterson appeared, detailing her unfortunate demise. Could Mr. Tabor have been talking to a ghost? Everything about the case bothered him. Mr. Tabor had been a normal insurance agent, and after chatting with Eve he’d beaten his family to death with a ball-peen hammer and then brutally killed himself. There had been over two hundred similar cases where regular people had become murderous psychopaths in a matter of weeks. The common denominator was always Wattowurldd. The site gave Fernando the creeps.

Detective Alvarez dragged the file into his evidence folder, saving it next to the footage from the Red Knuckle incident and the clip from live stream where that woman dismembered her husband. Part of Alvarez knew the mondo films were used to harbor something evil, but they would call him crazy if he presented that thesis to the bureau. He closed his computer and made his way out of the Cybercrimes office.

“What the fuck is going on.”

Author’s Note: Hey! So this originally started as a gross out story inspired by some fellow authors, however it developed into something more. Thank you for making it to the end. YOU’RE SICK. It’s okay though, you’re in good company. In this story you were introduced to Wattowurldd and if you have been reading my other stories, you will notice I am creating a shared universe. Detective Fernando Alvarez is going to play a major role in establishing this literary world and in fact has his own book in the works! Cover art sneak peak below!!!