The fear in his eyes was to magnetic I couldn’t pull away I had to keep at it till there was nothing left. The blood ran down my fingers dripping to the floors and puddling beneath my feet. If only the smell was as pleasant as the sight I might be inclined to try what I cut. Then again why would I do such a thing, when I know the meat is tainted with drug injections and poor mans liquid. I’ve done the necessary and the job is done the clean up is not mine but the pets I brought along…….(to be continued???)))