After I hook the naked man upside down, the tied rope hung on the meat hook, I slit his throat with the meat cleaver. The blood poured out and went into the bucket I placed under. After the bleeding stopped, I sliced the torso open, and took the organs out. When that's done, I hacked away into the limbs.
I placed the body parts into the bag, and carried both it and the bucket filled with blood and out and into the front store. A customer was sitting nearby. He wore a crimson suit, his hair dark red. Both his cheeks had a large scar. When he noticed that I was out, he walked to the register."Hey, Benji, how're you doing?" The man said.
"Doing just fine, sir."
"You got it for me?"
I placed the bag and the bucket on the counter. "Here it is sure. The price is the usual."He took out his wallet, had the credit card in hand, and scanned it. When the purchase was successful, he bowed, even though I insisted that he shouldn't do that even though we've known each other for a while now.
When he was about to go out, he turned his head, and suddenly his scars on the cheek tore open, and now his jaw was hanging. He ironically looked like a dog was tired after running for too long. I didn't want to say that to him, even though I know that if I was dead, there was no other way to get food.
When he finally went out, I sighed. Time to get back to it. I went back.
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The First Steps: Volume I
Short StoryFirst drafts of short fiction that I want to put out. Note that these are first drats, something that was written on the go with little planning.