Angel of Death

The Chef

The hammer and bone saw were already laid out on the table.
She would need them later, for the grilled bone marrow dish.

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"Please don't!"

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She reached into her bag and pulled out her knives kit,
Placed it on the counter and opened it.
First was the chefs knife...

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"Stop! Please!"

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She took it out of the case with her slim hands, admiring the Damascus steel, so sharp it can easily separate meat from bone with a single slice.
Perfect for all uses, from dicing vegetables to preparing steaks.
It was placed on the counter next to the saw.
Not yet, she thought.

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"Don't do this!"

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There it is!
The cleaver, that's what she needed now.
Not the sharpest of knives, but it's weight allows it to break bones and separate the limbs with only a few strikes.

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"Please let me go..."

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Picking up the cleaver, she turned around and walked towards the table in the middle of the room.
On the table lay a man naked as the day he was born ,whimpering, begging her to stop, to let him go.
She stepped in to the light next to him, his eyes opened wide and he fell completely silent.

"Did you listen to me?" She asked "when I asked you not to do it? When I asked you to stop? when I begged you to let me go? No.
And then you told everyone I'm crazy. Well, it's time to show you what crazy looks like..."
She raised the cleaver high, for the first swing out of many...