Wtcher D.
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The blade of my knife easily slipped into and through the skin, the still-hot flesh parting, opening, revealing its secrets to me, the appearing beads of ruby glistening under the cold harsh stares of eye and light. I gently sawed downward between her breasts, opening her chest cavity, watching the steam rise in the chilling air, the fleshy smell floating and filling the mid-summer atmosphere. I drew the blade out and patiently began to skin her, lifting the pale, thin covering from the rest of her body, the edges slit, the thin layer of fat showing like gilded ivory peering out from a lost hiding place. Soon I finished, the pile of discarded skin a greasy mountain of unwanted refuse crowding my view, I shuffled it into a nearby garbage bin and returned to the evisceration at hand. Returning to the chest cavity, I opened it further with quick, sharp slashes with my knife and watched as the guts spilled out, releasing even more steam into the evening, a stream of dulled purple and red escaping a prison of dead meat and bone. I severed the intestine, the throat, tore out her liver and sundered other parts - they soon followed the skin into the garbage bin, adding to the mountain of bloodied discard. Next came the limbs - the hard part. I neatly cut the tendons binding the limbs to the body, pressed inward through the joins between the bones. I heard a pop, the sound a gentle mewl in the still-quiet evening, the meaty legs falling away from the rest of the body where they joined the torso. These I put beside the body, one to either side - and I severed the other limbs in much the same way. I was almost finished now, and just in time - I could hear footsteps padding against the floor outside. I piled stuffing into the emptied space I created earlier, poured the excess blood into a bowl for gravy and closed the chest again with strong wooden pins I had for just this purpose.

"Mom, when's dinner?" I turned to the small child at the doorway whilst pushing the gutted fowl into the oven, his eyes bright, wide, his voice teeny but confident.

"Soon, honey. Soon."