The Mafia Heiress's Comeback: She's More Than You Think novel Chapter 186

Chapter 186 Cannibals

Chef

The group finally noticed something off. The man with the savages had been shouting earlier.

And he didn’t look any different from them.

Clearly, this man was not a savage.

drt wasn’t using the same strange language the

“I’m obviously not one of them. I’m the chef here,” he said with a sly grin, placing a chef’s hat on his head.

He rolled the cart right up to them. That was when they saw it; the cart was stacked with plates of meat.

A chef?

Were they actually about to be fed?

“Thank god. I’m starving. If I’m gonna die, might as well die full.” Ethan charged forward without thinking twice.

He grabbed a chunk from one of the trays and shoved it into his mouth.

He had already figured it out. They were being treated like livestock. Kept alive, fattened up, and saved for later. Like pigs waiting for the butcher.

At least it meant they wouldn’t be killed just yet.

After getting chased through the jungle, dodging spears, and now hitting dinnertime, he was done waiting.

“This stuff’s raw!”

Ethan gagged the second he bit down and spit it out in disgust.

The cellar was too dark to see much. The faint light from the trapdoor above wasn’t enough to tell raw from cooked. By the time he noticed the taste, his mouth was full of blood. His stomach turned.

“What the hell is this?” Ethan was furious.

“That wasn’t for you.” The chef picked the c

meat off the ground and dropped it back on the tray.

“You’re not here to eat. You’re here to be eaten.”

“What?” Ethan froze. What was he talking app

“It’s simple. Just watch.” The chef grabbed a scalpel and an empty plate from the cart. He headed to one of the

cages.

“Alright. Let’s go. Your turn.”

Someone inside moved.

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A man crawled forward and reached his arm through the bars. His eyes were dull, like he’d done this too many times.

“Is that all?” the chef muttered, rolling up the man’s sleeve.

Ethan shouted first. The others followed with startled cries. They were frozen in horror.

The man’s arm looked like it had been trimmed with a razor. Each cut was straight and clean. Hardly any flesh was left. It was as if his body had been harvested strip by strip.

“I really don’t have much left. But there’s still some on my hand. Please, take it.” The man in the cage begged again and again.

“Alright, alright. I’ll let it slide this time.” The chef brought the scalpel down and made another fresh cut along the man’s arm.

The man stiffened and clenched his teeth. Not a single sound came out.

The chef’s mouth curled into a smug smile.

Without slowing down, he sliced long thin strips of meat from the open wound and dropped them onto the

plate.

The man’s face contorted in pain, but he never moved to stop it.

Watching a body be carved while still alive turned Ethan’s stomach. Carlo looked just as sick. None of them had

seen anything like it. Their fear snapped into something deeper. It became real.

“Well? Do you understand now?” The chef showed the plate to them so they could get a good look.

The four of them staggered back. “Stay away from us!”

“Oh, I can’t do that. Not when none of you have offered your meat today.”

“What? You’re saying you want to cut us too?”

You‘

“Of course. What did you think this was for? You’re not guests. You’re here to grow meat. They need to eat,”

said the chef, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

In this jungle, people weren’t people anymore. They were food with pulses. Breathing stock.

Killing someone meant the meat would run out in a day.

Keeping them alive meant it would grow back. A steady supply.

It was worse than any slaughterhouse. At least animals didn’t know what was coming.

“No! We’re not letting you touch us!” Tessa screamed as she grabbed Natalie, dragging her behind the boys.

“If the girls aren’t stepping up, I guess that means the boys go first.” The chef walked to Ethan and Carlo, holding the scalpel in one hand and the plate in the other.

still

“Come on, man, We’re all human here. You’re not like them. You

drenched in sweat.

on’t need to do this,”

said Carlo, his face

“I don’t have a choice. If I stop cooking, I’m dead. So if I want to survive a little longer, then you two won’t,”

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Before they could run, the chef lunged. The blade flashed once.

Both Ethan and Carlo dropped to the ground, screaming in agony.

Just one strike each. That was all it took to bring them down.

Tessa and Natalie shrieked and bolted for the back of the room, but the chef didn’t even glance at them. He dropped to his knees beside Ethan and Carlo and got straight to work.

Blood pooled fast across the ground. Their screams tore through the cellar like glass,shattering.

Everyone watching felt something cold sink into their skin.

“That’ll do for now. Eat up and grow more meat. Once you run out, I’ll be turning your bones into soup.” The chef nodded with satisfaction at the bloody strips he’d gathered.

He pulled out two bowls of food, and handed one to each of the men. “Here. Eat. Got to keep your nutrition up.”

With Ethan and Carlo lying still on the ground, the chef turned his eyes to the last three standing.

“Sir, maybe try someone else first?” Natalie pleaded, trying to keep her voice from shaking. “There are a lot of

people down here. You might find enough without needing us.”

She and Tessa clung to the back of Maren’s shirt, peeking around her like children hiding behind a parent.

But the chef wasn’t listening to them. His gaze had already landed on Maren.

The cellar was poorly lit, and he hadn’t noticed her until now. Once he saw her face clearly, he stopped in his

tracks. He stared for a second, caught off guard by her looks.

“If you’re really that unwilling to give up some flesh, there might be another way,” he offered.

“What way?” asked Tessa and Natalie together.

“It’s not easy. Depends on how much you’re willing to give,” he said, dragging out the moment like he was savoring their fear.

Both women grew anxious. “We’ll do it. Whatever it is. Just don’t hurt us.”

“It’s simple. All you have to do is get pregnant. That’s enough to keep you useful.”

And just like that, he made his twisted offer clear.

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Pregnant?

“You shameless liar! Don’t think you can trick us!”

Natalie and Tessa were no fools. Conceiving a child required a man, and this chef was clearly spinning a story to manipulate them.

Surprisingly, the man responded calmly, “I’m being honest. If you doubt me, check for yourselves.”

He gestured towards a shadowed area of the cellar.

Natalie and Tessa followed his gaze and spotted a woman with a large belly reclining on a mat.

From the look of her abdomen, she appeared to be in her third trimester–likely seven or eight months along.

Even more disturbing, her surroundings were far better than those of the others. She had access to an array of fresh produce and wholesome meals.

“Expectant mothers are treated well–they receive premium care,” the chef said with a disturbing calm.

“Why?” asked Natalie and Tessa, bewildered.

Why such special attention for a pregnant woman?

“Because they bring new meat into the world,” Maren answered flatly.

“Genius! Pure genius!” The chef cackled, slapping his knee.