The man laid motionless as the woman cut his clothes off. "I should have done this while you were out," she said. "I'm good at what I do, but I'm not perfect."
The woman cut the man's shirt and pants up the seams and then ripped them off him, displaying his nude body. "And you didn't wear underwear! That's a bonus for me."
The man's eyes darted back and forth as he mumbled, but the gag stopped him. The woman rolled over his desk chair and sat next to him as she picked up a knife. The man's muffled screams echoed throughout his playroom as the woman lightly pressed the blade into his thigh, the tip penetrating the skin and sinking in slowly.
"That's the sweet spot," the woman said pushing the blade all the way in.
The man's eyes watered as his body twitched uncontrollably.
"Stay still. I want to get a decent cut."
The woman moved the knife up and down, sawing away at flesh and muscle, and cutting a five inch by five inch square. She grabbed a corner of his skin and began to peel it back. The man's face was clammy and pale, with his hair matted against his forehead. The woman was sweating slightly due to the pressure.
"I want the perfect meal," she said pulling the square piece out and plunking it on a plate. The man's wound bled and spilled over the sheets, dripping into the ground.
"Shoot," the woman groaned. "I should have thought more about the mess."
The man mumbled over and over and the woman grew tired and took off his gag.
"What is it?," she said exhausted.
The man gasped for breath. "When I'm free...I'm.....I'm going to cut you into a dozen pieces."
The woman shoved the gag back into his mouth. "Ugh, save it for the peanut gallery."
The woman had set up a small makeshift camping oven and had a black pan out. She took the square of flesh and dropped it into the pan, it sizzling upon contact. She grabbed some garlic herbs and sprinkled on top.
"I'll give you a bite when it's done cooking," the woman said. "But you need to save room for the main course."
