The boom in the catering industry brought about by the feast of mother's flesh

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The Boom of the Catering Industry Brought by My Mother's Flesh Feast

Ten years have passed, and I've returned to that long-lost city. When I was 15, my
beautiful, sexy, and single 37-year-old mother was kidnapped by five young thugs, raped for several days, and finally brutally
slaughtered , cooked, and eaten.

It was a dark afternoon. I returned home as usual, only to find the house in disarray, all
the cabinets open, and all the family savings and cash gone. I immediately realized it was a theft and
called the police. But things didn't seem so simple. Soon after, I discovered that my mother hadn't returned home until late at night.

Five days later, the police solved the case. In an abandoned factory on the outskirts of the city, they arrested the criminals, but all they found
were my mother's clothes and her mutilated, eaten body. The perpetrator was Xiao Wu, the driver for my mother's company. Because my mother, as
the cashier, frequently carried large amounts of cash in and out of the company and bank, the company often had Xiao Wu drive
her around. It was during this particular trip, while he was taking my mother home, that the tragedy occurred. Xiao Wu smothered my mother unconscious, then
ransacked our house, finding valuables. As he prepared to leave with his loot,
his four cronies, facing my beautiful and sexy mother lying unconscious on the bed, suggested robbing her of both money and sex. Things escalated; they not only
gang-raped my mother but also dismembered and ate her, even recording a video that lasted over ten hours.

This case caused a sensation in the small city. The rape, murder, cooking, and cannibalism of a mother
was absolute bombshell news in an era when gossip was scarce. For the next two months, the streets and alleys were filled with talk of this
incident . On the day of the trial, I stayed home at the urging of relatives and friends. Later, I heard that the courtroom was packed with
people, and when five young boys were discussing in detail the process of dissecting, cutting, cooking, and eating my mother's body,
even couldn't stop the crowd from talking. The police provided a few minutes of footage that wasn't too gory, but the judge
couldn't control the situation any longer.

Later, all five were sentenced to death or suspended death sentences, but the impact of this incident was far from over.

The abandoned factory where my mother's body was cooked became a mysterious place, attracting many curious onlookers. Some
young men used the oil barrels that had once been used to cook my mother's body to stew meat, hoping to taste her flesh. The story spread far and wide,
and many people from other places even made special trips to see it. Some people saw a business opportunity there and bought the land. I couldn't bear
the pressure and left the city.

Years have passed, and this time I've returned to find out the truth. Back then, because I was only 15 years old, my family
absolutely refused to let me see my mother being slaughtered, cooked, and eaten, which has always been a regret of mine. This
time, I asked a friend for help and borrowed the dozen or so CDs recorded by the criminals from the police station archives.

I returned to my place and put the CDs into the DVD player. At the very beginning of the video, my mother, whose image was somewhat blurry in my memory
, entered my view in a gruesome way. She was naked, her
fair, smooth body trembling between the penises of five men. The video contained indistinct cries for help and the lewd laughter of the men.
A bald thug held my mother's upper body, while Xiao Wu and another skinny, dark-skinned man each held one of her
legs and spread them apart, their free hands groping her breasts. The cameraman's hand reached towards my mother's thick
labia , while another fat man with a crew cut pushed the cameraman's hand away and pressed his face against hers.
My mother's crying cries for help came from the video.

Just then, the door was pushed open. Without turning off the TV, the video was paused, and my mother's pained face and
sensual body filled the screen. The visitor was a friend of mine. He glanced at the TV as he entered and
casually remarked, "You watch such an old movie? How many years ago was it?" He didn't know this was my mother.
I was startled and didn't answer him, "An old movie? Is it available in stores?"

A beautiful nude photograph of my mother hung high above the factory's main gate, with the caption: "It was in this
place this beautiful woman used her life and body to create a true and legendary story of cannibalism, which also led
to the rise of the local tourism and catering industries." The XX City Tourism and Catering Industry Association, at the request of many business owners,
erected this plaque to commemorate her contributions…

“You’re so out of touch! It’s a wonder you even came to XX City. Do you know this famous tourist attraction?” he said mysteriously
. “Ten years ago, a mature woman was gang-raped, slaughtered, dismembered, and eaten. It happened on Q Street. Later,
it became a tourist attraction.” He took a drag of his cigarette, exhaling smoke rings, and said, “Now,
how many don’t go there to see it

? This film was made into an adult film after the case was closed ten years ago.” Without saying a word, I took my friend to Q Street. [The text then abruptly shifts to a seemingly unrelated topic:] A prime location in the city. The factory was surrounded by all sorts of small shops, some boasting
signs like "Jiangdong's Number One Stew," "Specialty Original BBQ," and "Big Pot Stew." My friend pursed his lips: "See
? They all make their living off that poor, middle-aged woman who was eaten. If they hype this up, the local
economy benefits." I forced a smile and saw the still-dilapidated factory. The difference was that now
a signboard stood outside, complete with a large neon sign: Horror Island.

"This is just skirting the edge of policy, using the guise of a haunted house to attract people interested in this kind of thing,"
my friend said dismissively. "They're just putting on a show, and the locals turn a blind eye, since it brings them
so much shady profit. Now they're using that poor, middle-aged woman's name to sell meat, attracting
men interested in women's flesh." I bought a ticket and went inside.

To the left of the main entrance was a typical haunted house, the kind you see in every city, but not very high-end. To the right, you had to pay another fee. After all,
those who come here are driven by curiosity, and the high ticket price can't deter them. Entering the right hall,
a large notice board immediately catches the eye, detailing the entire process of the mother's kidnapping, rape, slaughter, dismemberment, cooking, and cannibalization
, up to the case's conclusion. It also includes photos and detailed descriptions of the mother and five perpetrators. Further inside are
the instruments of torture from that time. Blackened oil drums are displayed, iron hooks hang from the rafters,
and iron bars and skewers used by the perpetrators are exhibited in glass cases, each item mirroring its original arrangement.
Exactly the same. What surprised me most was that the clothes my mother wore at the end were also neatly arranged. I examined them carefully from west to east: a brown knee-length dress, flesh-colored stockings, brown strappy high-heeled sandals,
a silk bra, and white panties. I was instantly enraged. My friend next to me didn't notice my anger: "How about that
? Authentic, the clothes are what that mature woman wore before she died. The owner here is connected to the higher-ups; the case was closed
a few days all this evidence was already out there, becoming a tool for the men who come here to fantasize."

I suppressed my anger and continued to the next exhibition hall. This place was full of photographs, and on the north side, there was a reconstructed
room A familiar scene caught my eye. My mother's bedroom! The wax figure of my nude mother was sitting
on the edge of the bed, taking off her last pair of panties. Several pieces of my mother's clothing that I recognized were scattered on the bed. "Is this true?"
I clenched my fist. "Yes, not long after that, the woman's children and family left, no one wanted the house,
and the boss moved her belongings in." I examined the photos again. Photos of my mother before her death,
screenshots , images of her being slaughtered, dismembered, and cooked, and photos taken as evidence at the scene. I looked at
the photos of my mother that used to belong to our family album:
my mother ; my mother in her mature state when I was five, wearing a white suit and flesh-colored stockings; and
a photo of my mother at twelve, wearing tight jeans and hugging her knees. Continuing on, I saw numerous gruesome images taken from a video
, of the slaughter, butchering, and cooking, and finally, photos of numbered evidence from the scene. Photos were scattered haphazardly, including pictures of my mother's severed hands and feet,
bones that had been eaten (either whole or partially), and the last image was of my mother's severed head, placed on
a ceramic plate. Her face and mouth were covered in semen, clearly from decapitation.
Her mouth was wide open, and her usually neatly combed short hair was now disheveled.

I was speechless. Who knew what else was coming next? The next room displayed several
wax figures depicting the thugs slaughtering and cooking my mother.
Large chunks of meat on several ceramic plates of varying sizes on the rough wooden table in the center of the room caught my attention. I quickened my pace. These things shocked me greatly—they were
women's bodies! The largest plate contained my mother's mutilated torso, much of its flesh removed. It was
a milky white, like it had been stewed, and a butcher's knife was stuck in it. Her arms and legs had been cut off, her chest and abdomen were wide
open, and most of the flesh had been removed. Her breasts had been cut off, and only her pelvic cavity remained open in a V-shape. Her buttocks and
genitals had been removed. The other limbs on the plates showed obvious puncture marks from hooks. Next to my mother's
torso were sawn-off ribs from her chest, seemingly raw. Beside them were the remaining
white bones from her right leg after large chunks of flesh had been removed, and a velvet stocking covered her right leg. My mother's left leg was hanging from a beam
, its flesh hooked by a metal hook. Her left leg and foot were covered by a shimmering, flesh-colored lace stocking. The exposed thighs and
buttocks, not covered by the stocking, still gleamed golden, clearly having been deep-fried. Both arms were reduced to mere bones, with charred marks still
visible . On a small silver plate lay my mother's severed right foot, sole facing upwards,
a butcher's knife resting on the tender instep… The entire scene was encased in glass, creating a vacuum that made it appear incredibly lifelike. [The entire story]
was a true satire of the thugs who stewed my mother's body, served it, and then feasted on it and drank heavily.

"Is it fake?" I trembled. I had definitely obtained my mother's ashes, and besides, there was no
head here.

"How could it be fake?" My friend's answer shattered my last remaining illusions. "I really admire this boss;
he knows everyone, even this."

"No head… it's hard to say if it's real or fake…"

"Head?" My friend pointed to a corner of the room. "There it is."

My mother's familiar round face and neat, short hair came into view.
Even recognized her instantly. However, a few stray male pubic hairs remained at the corner of Mom's mouth, and her chin was covered in
male semen, as if she had just been oral sex. Her head rested on an expensive silk display
rack in the corner, next to a small room of only a few square meters.

"1000 yuan for 30 minutes, preserved in imported high-grade preservative solution, unchanged for ten years,
truly will not age and lose its beauty, interested in trying?" I completely broke down and mechanically shook my head.

Further ahead was a restaurant belonging to this terrifying island. Each table had a miniature oil drum-shaped
pot and iron rings with hooks hanging from it. At several tables where people were eating, beef and mutton hung on the hooks,
slices , and mutton sizzling and dripping oil on small stoves next to them.

"Specialty restaurant, want to try the taste of 'woman's flesh'?" my friend asked, seeing my interest.

"No," I hurriedly crossed the restaurant and left the factory.

A small video store on the right caught my eye. I went in and browsed around, but didn't find anything particularly interesting. Suddenly
, I thought for a moment, then whispered to the owner, "Do you have the DVDs of that thing over there?" The owner looked me up and
down asked, "The condensed version or the full version?" "Both." "The condensed version, 2 discs, 100;
the full version, 10 discs, 800; 900 in total." I paid and took the discs. The cover showed
my mother with her chest and abdomen ripped open and hollowed out, her legs bound and hanging upside down on an iron hook. The title, written in large red letters, read: "Stunning Cooking." Below
were words often found on such discs: "The most realistic and explosive gang rape scene! The most stunning and exciting
dissection of a beautiful woman! The most delicious and tempting real cooking female body feast!" My eyes were fixed on my mother, hanging upside down on the hook, looking
like a naked cow being slaughtered. Seeing my interest, the owner of the music store said, "
Do you want the book? I'll give it to you cheap."

Surprised, I bought the book, titled *A Feast in the Dark*. It was written by a lawyer claiming to
have defended , but without a real name. I glanced through it; it contained numerous
detailed descriptions of the events by the perpetrators, suggesting it was written by an insider. With a strange feeling, I left Q Street. The
cover depicted a mother with her chest and abdomen ripped open, her legs bound and hanging upside down on iron hooks; the title was in large red letters.
It read: "Stunning Cooking." Below were words often found on such plates: "The most realistic and explosive gang rape
scene! The most stunning and exciting dissection of a beautiful woman! The most delicious and tempting real culinary feast of female bodies! A place of

right and wrong." As I left, looking back at this old factory area that had become a bustling restaurant district, I suddenly
felt something strange. Could it be that a woman's pain and tragedy really led to the great
development ? And made so many people rich?

After saying goodbye to my friends and returning home, I couldn't wait to open my laptop and put the first disc, which was called the "[Full Version]",
into the CD drive. The beginning was exactly the same as the one I had just seen, except that a simple intro had been added
, along with an introduction to the event. The description of my mother's physical condition was very detailed, including her
name , date of birth and slaughter, measurements, weight, height, shoe size, and descriptions of the meat quality of each part of her body
—it was practically a description of beef cattle. The 10 discs, totaling 14 hours, were
an hour longer than the materials I had borrowed. The content began with smothering my mother unconscious at home, then two young men, one holding her head and the other her feet
, lifting her into a car and taking her away, then stripping her naked and sexually assaulting her in the factory, then binding her ankles,
hanging her upside down, disemboweling and butchering her, and finally cooking and eating her flesh—the entire process was practically
a real-life pornographic film! The end credits even included a filming of the factory used as the crime scene after the incident, and
even a brief introduction to "Terror Island." I excitedly watched the first and last discs, then picked up the book, "A Dark Feast."

The mother's physical condition was described in incredible detail, including her name, date of birth and slaughter,
measurements , weight, height, shoe size, and descriptions of the meat quality of each part of her body, even
including cooking methods for each part. It was practically a description of beef cattle.

After reading the first few chapters, I realized that the author wrote in chronological order. At this moment, I
had a strange feeling about the events of my mother being gang-raped, slaughtered, dismembered, and cooked. I decided to read the book and watch
the DVD to understand the true situation of that year.

"When everyone held her, they didn't rape her, but put her on the ground. Zhao Zheng raped her first, then
me, then Wu Cheng. After the three of us did it [the whole thing], she was all sticky. Then Li Guoqiang turned her
over and inserted his penis into her anus, while Zheng Ming held her head up and orally penetrated her." "Li Guofu, who was in charge of filming, said.

The gang rape and oral sex were indeed recorded by Li Guofu's camera.
After being raped by the first three men, the mother swayed and tried to get up, but was turned over by the dark and thin Li Guoqiang, who manipulated her anus with her buttocks facing the sky.
The mother's cries for help were quickly met with the large penis of the fat Zheng Ming, which was stuffed into her mouth, and he began to thrust rapidly.

"When we're done playing with her, we'll tie her to the pipe, and whoever wants to fuck her can go and play with her to their heart's content.

First mockery: The mother was suffocated, and her alluring body curves fascinated the thugs.

Second mockery: The thugs stripped the mother's clothes off, took her body away, and prepared to enjoy her to their heart's content. At

the two-hour and twenty-minute mark in the video, the mother, who had been played with for at least two hours, was
held up , her arms tied to a horizontal pipe about 10 centimeters thick in the factory, and her toes
could barely touch the ground." For the next hour and a half, the video feed was choppy, with four obvious instances of impromptu
filming . These included scenes of thugs forcibly penetrating the mother's legs, or fondling her breasts and labia.
The mother, already on the verge of sobbing, had her mouth stuffed with her own underwear.

Third mockery: The thugs stripped the mother naked, her underwear pulled down and hanging on her right ankle
. They spread her legs wide and fondled her body.

Fourth mockery: One thug lifted one of the mother's beautiful, tender feet, capturing her final
image before becoming their prey.

Fifth mockery: Another thug lifted both of the mother's beautiful, tender feet, taking
photos of her delicate soles, capturing their final image before becoming their prey.

Sixth mockery: The mother was stripped naked and thrown onto the bed. One thug prepared to fondle her body. He picked up
her left foot, carefully admiring her sole and taking photos. This woman would soon
disappear from this world; he wanted to capture her final image.

"We were exhausted after playing with her all day. That night, Li Guoqiang found an iron rod at the factory, and Zhao Zheng
started shoving it into the woman's vagina," Zheng Ming mentioned. In the video, Wu Cheng is pulling on his mother's right breast, while
Li Guoqiang and Zheng Ming are pulling her legs apart. His mother, her mouth gagged with her underwear, is whimpering in fear,
watching helplessly as the cold iron rod is inserted into her vagina. She tries to kick, but she can't overcome
the strength of the two men. The iron rod eventually penetrates more than thirty centimeters. His mother is panting heavily, her legs
tightly bound by Wu Cheng with a broken telephone wire, the outer part of the iron rod tightly bound between her legs.

Mocking Seven: The old thug is raping his mother. He pins his mother down on the bed, enters her body from behind,
and ejaculates.

"Later we all went to sleep, since they were tied up so tightly they couldn't run away anyway. The next morning, Li Guoqiang found
a new gadget, an old-fashioned telephone that had been thrown away when the factory moved. Li Guofu volunteered to play with it first."
Li Guofu didn't appear in the video, probably because there were no cameramen at the time, but there was definitely
footage of the old-fashioned telephone being used to shock people. However, it was Wu Cheng who was holding the phone. The kid grinned shamelessly and
connected to his mother's nipples. He gently shook the phone, and his mother immediately convulsed reflexively.
This reaction clearly stimulated Wu Cheng, and he continued to slowly shake the phone. His mother's whole body trembled, her mouth
trembled, and her breasts hardened under the electric current. Li Guofu seemed to have thought of something and
handed a section of wire to Wu Cheng. Zheng Ming and Wu Cheng busied themselves, connecting one end of the original telephone wire to the wire, splitting it
into two strands, and connecting them to his mother's two nipples. The other end was wrapped around the iron rod still between his mother's legs. Zhao Zheng re-
secured the ropes on his mother's arms, which had become a little loose, and then Wu Cheng began to shake the telephone violently. Mother's breasts
were erect, her back arched under the strong electric current, her mouth wide open, her underwear slightly loosened inside
. She emitted a strong trembling sound, her whole body shaking, and fainted after two or three minutes. Her vaginal fluid mixed with
urine gushed down the iron rod.

That morning, Mother was electrocuted from morning until noon; the video lasted almost three hours. Her
vaginal fluids were almost completely drained. Having not eaten or drunk anything since yesterday, Mother fainted several times under such intense stimulation.
According to the book, the five lecherous men didn't let her go. They pulled her down from the pipe, forced some water
down her throat, and then raped her for half the afternoon. Because of the electric shock in the morning, which caused her
to reach , her vaginal fluids flowed uncontrollably during the afternoon's rape. Even her face
flushed.

"This can't go on forever. Sooner or later we'll be caught, so we decided to kill her and
eat her. Everyone gets a share, and no one will betray anyone," wrote the seemingly honest Li Guofu, making a startling statement.

The five men's plan was to kill their mother, eat her flesh, and bury the bones without anyone knowing.
At this moment, their mother was hanging upside down with her legs spread and her ankles bound, her hands hanging limply.
While the five men were discussing their plan, one of them was continuously performing oral sex on her upside-down head.

Li Guoqiang pulled out a dagger and inserted it into his semi-conscious mother's vagina, then forcefully slashed downwards.
The coldness of the knife and the pain in her abdomen caused his mother to gasp, her consciousness gradually returning. The knife
got stuck , and Li Guoqiang had to remove it. Zheng Ming quickly came to help. Her internal organs had begun to spill out.
Zheng Ming took the knife and cut through the diaphragm and the intestines around the anus and vagina, scooping the organs into a chipped enamel
basin. Zhao Zheng and Zheng Ming began to clean the organs. Li Guoqiang continued slashing downwards with the dagger from the previous incision,
avoiding the ribs, all the way down to the throat. Then Li Guoqiang peeled the skin off the ribs, and Wu Cheng used
a hacksaw left over from the factory to cut the ribs one by one, slicing off a whole piece of ribs and setting it aside. His mother swayed back and forth with
their movements; although she was still breathing, she had no will to resist. Wu Cheng removed his mother's
heart and lungs , while Li Guoqiang severed her trachea and arteries. Soon, his mother's wide-open eyes slowly closed, and
she breathed her last.

Her limp corpse swayed back and forth, blood flowing from the wounds onto her face and onto the ground, forming a pool
of blood . Li Guofu took water from the well and poured basin after basin of it onto his now-corpse-like mother, washing away
the empty chest and abdominal cavities. Soon, a smooth corpse hung upside down, her long, white legs and two small, tender
feet bound and hung high on hooks. The white skin contrasted sharply with the bright red muscle; her
breasts drooped loosely, her arms and head swayed limply, blood dripping from her hair and fingertips.

Zheng Ming and Li Guoqiang brought over a large gasoline drum, cleaned it thoroughly, and then put the mother's internal organs inside to stew.
The task of dismembering the body was left to Wu Cheng. Wu Cheng, wielding a hacksaw, sawed off his mother's head at the base of her neck.
Without Wu Cheng's support, the headless corpse swayed helplessly, its arms swinging limply from side to side. Zhao Zheng,
eager , rushed over, snatched the hacksaw from Wu Cheng, and began sawing off his mother's arms. Wu Cheng picked up a dagger; while Zhao Zheng sawed off
the left arm, Wu Cheng ran to the right and cut off the right breast. Then the two switched places and continued working.
The mother's limbs, now just a mangled torso and forked legs, resembled a fleshy stick. Wu Cheng and Zhao Zheng argued, when Zheng Ming stepped forward, grabbed the hacksaw,
and
sawed off his mother's right leg along her groin. The bound right leg, now disconnected, hung upside down on the hook, swaying violently. Zheng Ming pushed the mother's right leg out like a sandbag, and as the right leg swayed violently, he cut off the left leg in the same place
. The mother's mangled torso, now disconnected, fell to the ground. Wu Cheng picked up the torso, inserted the iron hooks from
behind to hook the ribs, and his mother's torso was hung on the third iron hook. Her breasts were also hung
on two iron hooks, and her arms were tied to the hooks at the wrists, making her look like a sausage.

That night, the group shared the steaming hot stewed offal from his mother's body while using the severed head for
oral sex.

Early the next morning, Zheng Ming found a discarded iron frame and set it up to make a makeshift grill. Wu
Cheng, without saying a word, threw his mother's torso into the oil drum to stew it. The brothers Li Guoqiang and Li Guofu
discussed it and risked buying more than ten kilograms of oil. The five of them decided to steam their mother's breasts and share them.
With limited tools, they could only place a clean sewer grate on the oil drum, and place the breasts on the grate to let the steam
penetrate them. Soon, the mother's soft breasts became incredibly translucent. Wu Cheng tested them with a wire, making a hole with each insertion.
The five men then shared the mother's two breasts, and even through the video, they could feel their smooth, tender texture and almost
smell them.

At breakfast, the five men, bored, each processed the mother's carcass. Zheng Ming tied the mother's arms to skewers with
wire and roasted them. Li Guoqiang filled a large enamel basin with oil, but finding no
place to heat it, he simply hung the right leg, which he was holding, upright on a hook. Li Guofu took on the role of cameraman again,
recording everyone. Zhao Zheng, bored, removed the mother's left leg from the hook and, with a dagger, sliced it from the thigh, eating
it raw. This prompted Li Guoqiang, who couldn't cook, to join in. Li Guofu, the cameraman, wasn't to be outdone, stuffing his mouth with the mother's leg meat while filming
. While monitoring the stewing process, Wu Cheng secretly used a hacksaw to cut off his mother's
labia , then chewed on them behind everyone's back. Li Guofu's camera caught him on the act, resulting in a brutal beating. Only his mother
's small, severed right foot was forgotten and left on the ground.

Around noon, Zheng Ming finished grilling the arms. His mother's arms were charred and steaming, her delicate
hands curled up from the heat. Everyone greedily tore at the fragrant grilled meat from her arms. Li Guoqiang and
Li Guofu each broke off a hand, tearing off the fingers and gnawing on them. Two arms alone couldn't satisfy the five
strong men, so the thugs used their hands to scoop up her torso from the oil drum and tear off pieces of meat to eat.

Zheng Ming finished grilling, and Li Guoqiang excitedly put the oil back on the fire to heat it. The other three, having eaten and drunk their fill
, played with his mother's head, giving her oral sex, ejaculating, stuffing her mouth with underwear, stockings, and silk bras, and even
making her hold her high-heeled sandals in her mouth. Li Guoqiang then placed his mother's entire right leg into the oil pan. Smoke immediately
billowed out. Li Guoqiang fried it for over ten minutes until a golden-brown fried leg was ready. This
attracted the other hungry wolves, and just as they were about to share his mother's right leg, wailing police sirens blared all
around them.

[The full text] After watching the entire video, I suddenly had an indescribable feeling. It seemed that while trying to understand the truth,
I was also increasingly fascinated by my mother's murder and cooking. The combination of the video and the book gave me a sense of being there,
and I even started to wonder why I wasn't included when my mother's body was dismembered and shared.

This feeling lasted for two days, and I decided to go back to "Terror Island" again.

After watching the video, I gained a deeper understanding of the things here. Gazing at these tools from 10 years ago,
my mind wandered. The blackened oil drums outside once stewed my dear mother's torso
; I stared at the several iron hooks hanging from the rafters, trying to discern where my mother was hung upside down
, which hook was used to hang her legs, and which to hang her breasts; the ropes binding the pipes were gone, and
the semen from the electric shocks was no longer on the ground; the steel rod standing in the corner was blackened, but one mark wasn't blackened—that must have been
the mark of binding her arms; the 60-70 centimeter-long iron rod looked heavy and cold; it must have been very
stimulating ; on the sewer grate, was there still any lingering smell of breasts…

Mocking Seven: My mother's right foot, cut off by the thugs to be eaten. The police arrived early, and this foot has been preserved
to this day for every diner to admire. My mother's foot now belongs to someone else.
The person who got it has preserved it very well, and it has brought them immense wealth. People come here
to eat [the whole text] solely for it, [the whole text] appreciating my mother's tender foot with the eyes of someone admiring a delicious meal. Someone
offered a hundred million to buy my mother's tender foot, but failed.

Looking at my mother transformed into a delicious meal, though now only leftovers, it was still so tempting
it made mouth water. I began to feel grateful to this place [the place] for its [unclear text]. I walked to my mother's head. The staff here were very diligent; the head had just
been washed early that morning and was very clean.

"Want to try?" a middle-aged man in his forties asked me with a broad smile. "9-11:
30 AM, half price."

I nodded, paid for two hours, and then went into the private room carrying the head. The walls of the room were covered with
posters of my mother being dismembered and cooked. There was a TV by the bedside, showing the entire video. Through
the one-way transparent glass of the room, I could just see the scattered pieces of flesh outside. The room also contained stockings of various lengths
and colors, a gag, and other items for playing with the head. Of course, the price for dismembering a head was exorbitant, but judging from my
intuition, if this owner's money-making machine was destroyed, it was questionable whether he could even leave this room.

I turned on the condensed version of "Amazing Cooking" on the TV and began to carefully play with my mother's head. I
stuffed a gray pantyhose and a flesh-colored pantyhose into my mother's mouth. Because there were so many, the tips of the stockings were sticking out of her mouth,
looking extremely lewd. I took out one of the pantyhose and inserted my penis inside. My penis pressed against my mother's cold
upper jaw, her little tongue licking the base of it, soft but cool. Her stockings rubbed against my penis in her mouth, incredibly
pleasurable. I began to lift my mother's head and thrust violently, trying to warm her mouth. Soon, I
ejaculated into my mother's mouth for the first time. Her head warmed from my friction, and I pulled out the gray stockings,
which were covered in semen. I decided to use a condom, so I took out a flesh-colored velvet stocking and put it on my penis
, continuing to thrust in and out of my mother's mouth. Because her head was now warm, it felt even better this time, and I sprayed more semen
into her mouth. Listening to my mother's moans as she was being gang-raped, looking at the exquisitely dismembered limbs outside the window,
my mother 's head thrusting up and down on my penis for two hours, until her head was sticky and wet.

When I came out, a guy outside was already impatient. Without waiting for the staff to clean up, he grabbed
my mother rushed into the private room. “There wasn’t a stocking on her left foot,” I asked, pointing to my mother’s left foot displayed in the showcase
. “Yes, but our boss picked out a flesh-colored
stocking . Doesn’t that make it more alluring?” the middle-aged man replied. “Hmm, yes,
and the shimmering lace stockings on her right leg were also picked out by your boss, weren’t they? Golden skin paired with flesh-colored stockings, the shimmering silk
glistening like oil, your boss has good taste,” I said. The middle-aged man praised, “You’re
not very old, but you’re very observant. You must be hungry after playing for so long, come to the restaurant for some food.”

I waved my hand, “No, seeing all this delicious food, how can I even think about eating the beef and mutton? Let’s
chat .” The middle-aged man agreed, leading me to sit down in the reception area and bringing two glasses of water.

“It must have been difficult to open this place,” I said, looking around.

"Yes, it had a bad reputation the first two years, and the higher-ups wouldn't let us do it," the man said casually. "But later,
more and more people came to this place, and even a fool could see there was gold inside, so they stopped caring."

"Oh? Then why did they choose your boss to do it?" I asked, showing interest.

"You don't know? Two days after this woman was cooked, our boss used his connections to get all her flesh out
and replaced it with a dead dog whose ashes were burned and given to her family. This woman's cooked meat is hard to preserve. Look at
those they were all made by dripping molten glass onto the meat pieces, very thinly, without any air bubbles
. It cost a lot of money. At first, they wouldn't even let us display it." The man started talking.

"Oh, why not use the head method? The texture is still good."

"That's more expensive, and you have to soak it every week. Now that more people are doing it, sometimes you have to soak it every three days."

"Your boss is really good; he's got a knack for business."

"Not at all. The boss didn't expect this at first; it's all fate." The man sighed. "The boss's two sons,
along with a few thugs, gang-raped this woman, dismembered her, and ate her. They didn't finish her off before they were caught. Public opinion
was too strong; the boss couldn't save her, so they were all executed. Initially, the boss only got the woman's flesh to blackmail her
family, but he didn't expect his sons to fail. In anger, the boss demanded that the woman repay his two sons even after death."

I couldn't help but gasp. So this boss was Li Guoqiang and Li Guofu's father. On one hand, I felt extremely
resentful ; on the other hand, I felt somewhat grateful. The man continued, muttering to himself, "Initially, only the
cooking tools were allowed to be displayed here. Wax figures, documents, clothing, and nothing else were permitted, let alone this head and bits of cooked meat
. Back then, the owner kept this woman's head and cooked meat for several years, displaying them on his desk for his own amusement and enjoyment—
absolutely his private property. Later, they were allowed to bring them out. The owner said he'd enjoyed them for years, and now it was time for
the public to taste this woman's flavor. This restaurant is for customers to relive the taste of this woman's flesh.
On the first day of every month, they'll cook meat for guests using the iron bucket that was used to cook this woman. Those who come to taste it on that day are guaranteed to..."
"You have to book months in advance! People come all to taste this woman's delicious meat.
The broth left over from when she was cooked is still kept; it's used to cook meat on the first day of every month. Although the guests eat
beef and mutton, the taste is still that of this woman's meat. Even more male customers like the woman's hooves. On the eighth day of each month,
this woman's right foot can be shared with diners for a day. The highest bidder can enjoy
it to their heart's content, but security guards must be on hand to prevent anyone from actually eating it. This woman's head, a few pieces of meat,
this right foot, and this pot of broth are now the signature dishes of our entire food area! We rely on her to attract customers!"
The man paused, "Don't talk nonsense, the boss still says he wants her to taste jiao for the rest of her life
."

I smiled: "Taking jiao for a lifetime is her blessing. It's getting late, I have to go now. I
'll come often when I have time." "

Later, I often returned to X City. Every time I went back, I would visit 'Terror Island' to see my dear mother's body cooked in
various ways, to see the endless
stream of diners drooling and admiring the way my mother's body was cooked, to see them paying high prices to line up and play with my mother's head...

However, the feeling of wanting to taste a woman's flesh became stronger and stronger..."

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