The Carnivore
The blade hacks through muscles, tendons, even bones with sickening precision. With each deft swipe, flesh is torn from flesh, until all that’s left is a barren carcass. He picks up a tiny morsel, turns it over in his calloused hands, and pops it into his mouth. He savors every second before yelling, “Dinner’s ready!”
The blade hacks through muscles, tendons, even bones with sickening precision. With each deft swipe, flesh is torn from flesh, until all that’s left is a barren carcass. He picks up a tiny morsel, turns it over in his calloused hands, and pops it into his mouth. He savors every second before yelling, “Dinner’s ready!”
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