The Master picked up the knife and started butchering the meat; working with the eerie precision of a surgeon. As his hand came down hard on the meat, blood oozed out from under his knife. He lifted the knife and stepped back to admire his handiwork.

Behind him, his Apprentice picked up the shredder and pushed the cheese through it roughly. His Master looked up and saw his careless work and reprimanded him. He took the grater from his Apprentice’s hands and gracefully, slid the cheese in one lucid movement; top to bottom, top to bottom.

Blood dripped from the table top and onto the floor. The Master, ignoring the blood under his foot, continued to slaughter the meat.

After a while, the Master suddenly dropped his knife onto the table top, turned and went out the door. The night wind blew past spending a chill down the spine. The breeze carried along with it the stench of the rooting flesh.

“Ahhh… Another fresh batch. That new hand is indeed very good with people,” the Master mused.

He bent down and gently plucked the limp bodies from the fig trees dotting the backyard and one by one, carried them down to the cellar. With little care or consideration, he threw them into the cellar along with the other bodies already there.

As he returned to his initial work, the bloody meat, the Master said coldly, “Collect a sample of the meat for me later on. I wish to create a new item for the menu.”

The Apprentice flinched.

Perhaps not as good as I had hoped, after all, thought the Master and continued dicing the meat, as if there had been no interruption.

by Kellie Shae w/ Ben's help :D
i suddenly feel like doing a character analysis of the master
the most gruesome story i've ever written..

on an unrelated topic

Viren Shetty's Philosophy of Life:
porn is way of life/.
real men dont watch porn
they make porn