Butchery

He sharpened his knife which was already razor sharp before making the first incision. A bead of blood formed on the blades edge, colouring it crimson red. Ella exhaled and blew smoke. ‘Can’t this hurry?’ she demanded. The torturer grimaced. His was not a trade to be hurried. ‘Silence bitch.’,’Do not disturb this process again’Continue reading “Butchery”