It was not somebody that was wearing Ali's Pjs. It was Ali, himself. He was sitting there, cross-legged. But the motionless body lying next to him was their night guard's. He was a tall, dark man with classical Dallas moustache adorned on his face. Too bad he was dead now. Certainly. No questions asked. A clear vertical surgical incision ran from his manubrium sterni down to his groin. His large intestine, small intestine, liver, kidney were brought out of his body for the world to see. And for Ali to eat. Ali had half-eaten liver, with the inferior vena cava still attached, in his hand.
Asia and her Mama slowly approached them unsure of what to expect. At first, when Asia saw Ali, a weak, scared, quivering, scream left her mouth. However, as her brain had now started to comprehend the gravity of the view that was in front of them, scardely, she pushed her fist inside her mouth to stop herself from screaming maniacally. It looked like somebody who had butchered this human being had no humanely feeling alive inside.
Ali was sitting there with the liver in his hand, half-eaten up, smiling as nothing had happened. His face was twisted up in an evil smile but his eyes were blank hollow sockets, emotionless and soulless. "What have you done? Are you crazy? Why would you do something like this?", Mama whisper yelled, "How could you do something like this? Why did you eat somebody? Didn't you have anything else to eat?"
"We had just gotten rich. He's going to bring his cannibalic curse to our business. Who is going to buy a plot in a man-eater's housing society?" Asia mumbled harshly as she thought how she was never going to be able to afford all the Birkins, the diamonds and the private jets she had longed for. She did feel for the dead man in front of her. But he was dead. No amount of empathy or sympathy was going to bring him back. She on the other hand was alive, kicking and beautiful. Her whole life she had looked at her rich classmates who bought a seat next to her with their daddy's pots of gold, whereas Asia had spent sleepless nights studying to be able to afford simply existing around rich fabulous people. Her bedtime stories consisted of Uncle Adnan's struggles, how he became a dentist and eventually became able enough to provide his family with a lifestyle nobody else in Asia's relatives had. Her mother told tales of fabulousness and how money changed their life for good, how it made them truly happy and satisfied.
She wanted to be Uncle Adnan.
But Ali being the stupid idiot he was decided to eat a man in the middle of the night. Classic Ali. Always ruining Asia's plans.
As she was cooking bitter thoughts up in her mind the puddle of blood started to trickle down the garage towards the street outside. Her mother rushed towards the gallery to grab a mop and a rag to stop the blood from leaving the house. She pushed Asia to run and get the floor cleaner but didn't say anything to Ali, probably scared that he might do something to her or worse i.e. grab other peoples attention and also terrified that maybe he'll howl like a wolf and people who had heard the guard's scream earlier would be looking through their windows. Mrs Sasha's, their neighbour, master bedroom window opened in such a manner that she could easily peak into their garage if she wanted. Mama cleaned up the blood and then used the same blood ridden rags to wrap the body's torso pushing back the organs inside. Asia puked three times as she helped her mother shove them back in. But they couldn't wait and care about that right now. They have to dispose off the body before dawn breaks into their dark secrets and writes a viral exposé on Ali's cannibalic adventures. A bean bag is a prerequisite for murder, however, as they were unaware of Ali's plans they couldn't plan ahead of time.
So they had to D.I.Y it. Mama grabbed 3 trash bags. She tore one bag and opened it up from both the sides, taped a trash bag to one side and tried to wiggle in the man's heavy limbs.
It was not possible fo her alone to do it so she asked Asia to lift his legs inorder to put the makeshift bean bag onto his limbs and ultimately his torso and then his face. It took the two of them more than an hour to pack the body because the trash bag was a weakling tearing apart like a cotton ball on the slightest of pressure. They loaded the body into their car by using their green wheelbarrow but not before lining the trunk of their Suv with 25 bedsheets to avoid the bloodstains. Since the organs were uprooted the amount of blood leakage was humungous as compared to any other standard murder.
Do you think this is difficult? You're wrong.
Getting Ali to sit in the car is difficult.