From Eaten Alive 2 Crocodile Man, By Carl E Miller
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part two. The lady went to run but I shoved her down and whacked the crocodile with a nearby stick that I had prepared for an occasion similar to this one that seems to get him good and angry. So I whacked him again and began taunting him. Then I shoved her towards him again as she screamed for help. She fell into the pond but surprisingly climbed back out and I began to think that joe was full. This thought quickly vanished as joe lunged at the beautiful blonde and dragged her under. Air bubbles ensued for about 30 seconds and then just like that they were gone. She was gone dead. Well, she was mostly gone. Her entire left leg floated up to the top. I guess joe was nearing full. But moments later The Leg two was consumed. The next few weeks at the hotel were again very slow and in all honesty, I started to suffer greatly with my depression. The same depression that rendered my father insane. I have to face the simple fact that nobody is interested in staying at my rundown hotel. Everything now is becoming so updated, upgraded and modernized. The women's dresses are getting shorter and the freeways are getting wider. There's no room for guys like me in this big world, a room for pets like joe. This strange planet just doesn't understand us and likely never will. During the extremely slow period. I chose to spend the majority of my days with joe well as close to joe as I can get without being bit. The days were quiet and peaceful. A heavy fog hung over us while I relaxed and joe flopped around in the pond. Then every afternoon I would feed him a chicken as he built his appetite up for the sure to be upcoming entree. But throwing the chicken inside the pond was no fun. So instead I chose to use my dad's side to chase the chickens to joe. I must have nodded out briefly on the couch as I was awakened by a woman's soft voice. Hello, is anybody here? I need a room. I rolled over and took a shot of whiskey, sore tooth that I've been dealing with for days was getting the better of me. I walked to the front of the counter and stared at the woman in awe. She was gorgeous. She wasn't like the others either. She had a classy appearance and an overall vibe that felt very pleasant. A true lady, and I intend on treating her as such. Yes, ma'am. I'll get you a key to my very best friend. I rushed to grab a key to room three. My favorite room. I never made the mistake of renting that room 20 of Miss Hattie's horse. No, sir! I shouted what? She asked in a tone that had a mixture of curiosity and nervousness. Never mind! It's just it's just I paused to sneeze, but it never came forget it! I said as she giggled and nodded. I'll show you to your room if you'd like. Sure! She exclaimed excitedly, I let her up the stairs to room #3 and when we arrived I opened the door and held it for ladies first. I said, like a true gentleman. I showed her around and I walked back downstairs and headed outside, festered things from an old yellow mustang that she had parked, brought them up to her room. Then I dismiss myself for the night. I had important things to do. I still had joe to feed in an old record. I've been meaning to play then I believe I'll just take me a long nap. Yeah, and that sounds damn good. I thought, as I made my way to the pond, but when I got to the pond I thought better of it. Maybe I shouldn't feed joe until she goes to sleep. Or at the very least I should wait until she gets settled in. I don't want her early impressions of me to be during feeding time. I ultimately chose to head back inside and take my nap first. We should allow for the woman to have plenty of time to get comfortable and perhaps get some rest herself. I laid back on the couch, but couldn't fall asleep in spite of my restlessness. I kept my eyes closed. At one. heard the woman's footsteps coming down the stairs. Then she walked back up. All right. I thought it's time to feed old joe. I got up and took another shot of whiskey. That damn tooth is really getting on my nerves. I gargle this time, then chugged it down. I waited, but still an acute pain persisted, so I took another shot, then another. The 3rd 1 did the trick. Oh yes, by God, that was it. I walked outside and headed towards the chicken coop, then grabbed a chicken and proceeded to the pond. I looked around and no woman or any human for that matter inside. So I threw the chicken in and again he splashed around and up came joe. He was hungry. Damn hungry. He isn't much for being delayed on his meals. Maybe he needs another chicken. It doesn't seem satisfied at all. He seems angry. I walked back towards the chicken coop, grabbed another chicken ****. I'm running out of chickens, joe! I said, as I made my way back towards the pit when I reached back with the chicken then I lunged forward, springing the chicken into the swamp. It but this time I didn't look around before the launch and I was sadly observed by the woman. She looked very, very alarmed and I didn't know what I could do to calm the situation. This was a bad mess that I could have avoided entirely if I had only laid a little more attention to detail. I always skip over the minor parts. Well, what the **** might as well try to maneuver out of this jam. I just found myself in. I tried to act casual and think of something quick and witty to say, but all that came out was joe was hungry. I said with the shrug as the words left my mouth, the woman collapsed on the ground. In the state of shock, joe continued to crunch away on his chicken and the murky waters began turning blood red. The scene was so beautiful that I couldn't help but smile. She returned the smile hardly. And that made it even more wonderful. This is the greatest day of my life. It's better than any birthday or christmas that I've ever experienced. It's my peak moment on this earth. And I haven't even got to the fun stuff quite yet. Oh, but I will stop it, she wept. Stop that. Just. What do you think you're doing? That's horrible. I can't believe I just watched you do that. That poor chicken. That poor chicken! I asked What about joe? You know lady, I thought you were different than the others. Ah but I was wrong. Lord! Was I wrong? Joe was starving in that pit. And you come around these parts and think you're better than us. Is that it You think you're better than us? You selfish *****. No! She shouted back at me. That's animal cruelty. And you don't do that. It's evil. Evil! She repeated. I was barely listening, almost entirely focused on feeding heard of joe. She kept spewing more and more nonsense, but I wasn't absorbing her lecture at all. Her words are meaningless here at the Starlight hotel. Her kinds words never did hold much weight in east texas, let alone in my damn backyard. Does she even know where the **** she is? I believe the record I listened to a few weeks back said it best a song by waylon Jennings. Once you're down in texas, bob wills is still the king. This is part of life's brutal cycle. You city slicking ****. Don't you know anything. This is their necessary acts of the food chain. Dog will hunt and a croc. We'll eat. If you can't stand the way of the crocodile, then get out of the swamp. But don't come around here telling us to change, I demanded, now walking aggressively towards her with my arms extended. Hey, quit fooling around, Don't come near me. I'm serious, she said, as I started to chase her around the swamp. It this little game remained fun for a while and I played with her for probably longer than I should have. But then I got tired of all the foreplay and cornered her. I grabbed her with both arms and just when I was certain I had a solid grip I began to drag her to the pit, she kicked and screamed, cried and bagged the entire time. But I think she secretly liked it just as much as I did you feel the new york trash. I'll dispose of scum like you properly. The only way I know how the way my dad had done it for many years and his dad before him. That's right. I come from a very long line of crocodile men and when it comes time to take the trash out, we recycle. She seemed confused and a little hesitant but replied. I'm not even from new york, I'm from boston, new york boston. What's the difference? I asked, but she said nothing. She looks scared enough to be in a scene from a horror movie. My initial intention wasn't to hurt the woman. I didn't want that at all, but she left me no choice. She proved to be everything that Judd despised everything that I despise any last words. I asked her slightly curious. You don't have to do this really? I won't tell anybody. I know you love your pet. I didn't mean to offend you. I'm sorry, honestly. Uh no need to be sorry, sweetie. You're the biggest meal old joe has had in a long time. Yeah. The last big meals he's had was was I was gonna tell her, I swear to it, but I forgot. My God, I forgot when my best friend had his last real meal. What kind of friend am I? Anyway. I wondered this hastily because the lady was now kicking so hard. She snapped me out of my daydream. I gave her a hard smack and yelled, stop wiggling around. I'm trying to remember something incredibly important. She became motionless for a second and then it came to me. Oh yeah the last meal was that blind *****? That piece of sh it Oh boy, that was a really good one. I laughed and tickled her stomach. Stop it! She bellowed. Then she squirmed hard again and I lost my grip. You keep playing around with me ***** and I'm gonna make damn sure that joe takes this time with you, I'll make snacks out of you, feed your little cute as to him. For the next year, I said chasing after her once again she fell down and rolled, then she popped back up and I closed a good amount of distance on her. She had no place to go really. Her back was to the pond. I could hear loud movement in the water as joe seemed to be getting very excited in sheer anticipation. As was I. In fact I was getting so excited that I felt as if I was going to explode. I felt just like my father must have felt an adrenaline rush that could match the very best. Now this is what life is all about by God, this is the american dream. I began to shake with excitement. I couldn't control myself any longer and just when she looked as if she might perform some sort of joke on me, I made a diving leap, at her, my arms both extended very wide, but the little sneaky ***** did juke right at the last second and I couldn't grab her now. I fell in the sludge and started to attempt to stand back up. With little success. The woman was now several feet away from me, her back no longer to the pond. Once a hoar. Always a *****! I insisted, shaking my clenched fist angrily in the process. Yeah, old joe Goodwin said that, and it still holds true to this very day, I continued. Then I attempted to jump back up to my feet but I slipped in the mud. I attempted to regain my balance but just kept sliding further and further towards joe's pit. Help me! I yelled out desperately, but the evil ***** wouldn't even make an attempt. I can't get out by myself. I need help. Now joe was inching towards me. I need your help, sweetie! I begged, but she still didn't acknowledge my request. No, no joke! I shrieked, but the ******* had me good! He clamped down on me face first, but I knew he wouldn't hurt me. Not like he did my dad. I could hear the woman laugh very lightly. The sound was muffled through the crocodile's mouth. You think this is funny? I'll kill you, you *****! I told her, but joe clamped harder and my ears began to ring. Hey joe, ******* ************! Let me