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“Don't worry,” I tell him softly when he flinches at my approach. “I'm going to help you.”
Pulling my earbuds from my pocket, I insert them into his ears and then take out my phone. Choosing one of Roman’s more annoying playlists, I turn it on, making sure it's at full volume. “There,” I say, knowing he can't hear me with the music playing. “Now you don't have to hear anything you don't want to.”
Standing, I make my way back to Emilio. “How's it going here?”
He pokes his knife into the fleshy part of the chosen one’s chest, right under his nipple. “I'm growing bored. Can I kill him now?”
I laugh. “Patience, Little Monster.”
He scowls. “I was named Death, notPatience,for a reason.”
“Then you can join Jude and Benjamin in their lessons.”
Reaching over to the tray, I pick up the boning knife. “Ever use one?”
He shakes his head.
“Then watch and learn. Hunters use this to remove the bones of their kill, but to keep the flesh intact. Self-explanatory, but it can get messy if you're not used to it.”
Grabbing the hand Emilio hasn't already mutilated, I choose the middle finger for my example. A bit of finesse is needed for bones so small, but I do love showing off my skills.
Carefully, I split the skin open, from nail to the back of hand, exposing flesh and blood. “I'm going to expose the bone, and I'll show you how to do it.”
The bone knife easily cuts between the knuckle near the hand and the finger bone. It's a simple thing, but the phalanges are such small bones, it's easy to lose or nick them unnecessarily.
Carefully, making sure I don't cut the flesh, I extract all three phalanges from the skin suit and present them to Emilio. “Want to try, Mostrotto? You can remove his entire forearm if you want.”
He takes the boning knife from me with a grin. “You have wonderful ideas. Perhaps we can be friends after all.”
He turns to the crying, whimpering man sitting in the chair, and I take a step back to watch him work for a moment, until his test subject passes out from pain and blood loss that is.
Walking back over to the man on the ground, I stare down at him and sigh. “You're not even worth my time,” I tell him.
Leaning down, I remove his blindfold and then pick up the rope. He stares up at me with hateful brown eyes as I strangle the life out of him.
Once I'm sure he's dead, I look back to Emilio. “How's it going?”
“Tricky. I think I accidentally broke his hand.”
I tsk. “It happens, first times are messy.”
Making my way over to him, I watch as he severs the forearm from the elbow, and then carefully removes both bones from the flesh.
“We should make knives with these,” Emilio says.
I laugh, enjoying the unhinged look in his eyes and the blood spattered on his clothes and arms. My blood heats and my cock thickens as the evidence of his activities is right there on his skin.
Swallowing back a groan, I gesture to the portable tray. “Set them aside and we'll take them with us, if you want. Bones make terrible knives, but you can keep your souvenir. We can either sew him up and kill him later, or stab him in a place that will let him bleed out slowly.”
Emilio looks at the slumped man in the chair, distaste clear on his face. “Let him bleed out.”
“Okay. Let's finish this then.”
Emilio sets his trophies to the side, and then plunges his knife into the soft skin of the passed out man’s belly, ripping his flesh open and letting a torrent of blood pour out of him. It’s a slow, painful way to die, but one I highly approve of.
I squat down in front of the one we’ve left out. Pulling out the earbuds, I shove them into my pocket, not worried about putting them in their case as I’ll never wear them again.
Emilio comes over as I remove the blindfold and ask, “What’s your name?”
