You see.. it all depends on how you gut them. The bleeeding is essential to a good patte. He growls this to you as he looks you stright in the eye.
With his hand he reaches for the neck and squeezes it slowly. You can see the eyes are starting to bulge as asphixiation starts, blood shot eyes look in fear.
See.. do you see that... Feeearrr... yes yes.. There is a certain evil chuckle from his voice, like a knife being sharpened on whet stone. Grinding.
With a quick stroke he slides the knife on the neck and there is a gush of blood flowing down the hands that are gripping tight. Gurggling now the eyes are shout out fear. Panic can be heard from the croak of the mouth. He violently pushes the limp body on the ground, the pool of blood coats the floor. There is glee showing in those nasty evil eyes. They turn to the over tied up morsels of meat. That is what he calls them.
With cat like agility he blurs towards them, there is dark purpose there. The whimpering captives edge away, no amount of scampering back gives them respite from him. He chuckles like a maniac let loose at a fete parlor. He stumps at the closest one.
Don't... fret there my delicious morsels... got to tenderize that fresh... meat.. He growls the words.
Grabbing another neck the squeeze brings a gagged like gasp for breath escapes the captive. Again with practiced hands the knife slides through the neck, more blood rushes out onto the floor. There is a cackle sounding through the room. Screams ring out from the other captives, ringing inside the room. The reverberation tells you they are deep inside a room that has no escape in sound. Wild shaking eyes turns towards the other captives as the limp body tumbles to the ground.
Quickly now! Get those fresh meat into the pate machine... the blood must still be inside them so it slides smoothly out of it! He growls his command at me.
I struggle to get one of the bodies inside the grinding teeth of the big machine. Stainless steel. Clean. Meticulously cleaned.
