The Flamboyant Adventures of Hamiul Zaque.

Hamiul Zaque was a man. He enjoyed the taste of red, chubby boys and reveled in the thought of abducting such fine, thick specimens for his personal pleasures. Hamiul lived in a van.

Inside this white van, Hamiul would read books about young boys and gaze at magazines of male toddlers and their playful activities. Hamiul longed for a young boy, for Hamiul was once a young boy. 

One day, Hamiul captured a young boy at the local elementary school and massaged his flesh. 

'Do you like that?'

'Why are you touching me, Mr. Zaque?'

'Because I am going to eat you.'

Hamiul placed the boy into a pot and slowly roasted him in a cornucopia of sauces and spices. After an hour, Hamiul removed the carcass and sucked the marrow out of the boy's bones. They were delicious in his opinion. 

The flesh was wonderful to Hamiul, for he loved the flesh of little boys.

Hamiul took bite after bite of the succulent flesh. It was sweet and bloody and delicious and bloody and somehow sweet at the same time. All these flavors made Hamiul blush and vomit simultaneously. Then he began to lick the vomit off the ground.

'What the fuck are you doing?'

Hamiul looked up and saw his father staring down at him. He was back home from work.

'Father, I am eating a young boy.'

Hamiul's father dropped his briefcase. 'Yes, I know you are a woman.'

The two men held hands and jumped out the window on the thirtieth floor of the apartment. They died a graceful death on a white van.

Hamiul's van.