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Finer Dining...

William Griffin

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One of the best tastes that can ever be acquired is one of your own kind, this is what William's father had once told him, he smiled as he sharpened his knifes. "Tonight will be a night to remember" he said aloud in his family's manor. A few days ago he had sent out a few invitations to a group of people who he had hoped would come and enjoy his party.

The invitations stated that the guests would eat a refined type of meat that he had prepared fresh.

He continued to grind the two blades against eachother and smiled and began to hum. He hummed the same tune his father would always hum, he set the knives on the kitchen table and stepped to one of his tied up captives. "AHhh you're finally awake! Too bad this is your last few minutes. " all William could do was chuckle when the man whimpered.

"Hush...enough said..I better prepare my seasonings. " William walked over to his spice rack and grabbed the nessisary spices and put them next to his knives.

The man began to cry. William took the cloth out of his mouth and frowned making a fake pout face. "Hush...why are you crying?" William said in a mocking tone. The man looked up at William with pleading eyes. "M-m-my wife and children they would starve without me." William slapped him hard across his face with the back of his hand. "Yes! But think you selfish twat...for once in your life think of others and not just for yourself....your family is what two or three others...I am advancing in culinary arts and discovering new things for the galaxy..." William sighed. "Please..." William shoved the cloth back into his mouth..."SShut up I tire myself by talking to you low life scum." He said before grabbing his one of his knives.

William dragged the man to a steel tub and leaned the man over it. He then slit his throat and let the blood drain. Smiling he stuck his gloved hand under the blood and caught a bit of it, he then licked it. "Just like when father did it." He drained a lot of the blood, after that he brought the corpse to a table that resembled an operating table, he undressed the man and threw his cloths into a basket, he then grabbed a tarplike blanket and ccovered his lower body. He began with his knife by cutting off the man's cheeks, after peeling them off he dropped them into a pan. Moving doedown to his stomach area he smiled as he cut open his torso he smiled. Peeling away the skin made him giggle with joy. "You know...I've always enjoyed this part." He said talking to the corpse. He stepped back and turned on some classical music...hhe sloly danced to himself hummung along as he took out the man's intestines. Underneath he found the man's liver which was fairly clean so he put his knife down and grabbed a scalpel and extracted the man's liver. Next he took the man's kidneys and smiled. He put the scalpel down and brought the harvested organs to the frying area.

He slowly placed the harvested organs and placed them into the pan. Letting them cook. He walked back to the corpse and smiled. These bodies wer hard to get...hhe looked at his other capcaptives and smiled. He grabbed two and did the same to them. The last man was a unknown for him so he left him there, William went back to his cooking, he had finished for the most part cooking the livers and cheeks. All that was left was the kidneys. He smiled. After putting them on the pan he walked back to the three corpses, then began to bring them one by one into the freezer. After that he took the kidneys out of the pan and placed them onto plates, he took off his apron, gloves, and wiped the blood off his face then threw the discarded them into the same basket as the victim's cloths. He then put the plates on a cart and left the kitchen and the man alone in it.

He smiled his guests should be arriving soon. He took the plates and set the table, then stood near the door to the manor.

[member="Zothan Venn"]
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In Umbris Potestas Est
[member="William Griffin"]

The man seemed most familiar... Circe seemed to have recalled a personage such as this one having been maddened a significant amount of time ago. Regardless, here she was, in fine dress, awaiting the food's arrival. With her was a datapad... along with some other intriguing things, things she hoped to find useful sometime down the road. But this was much more important - hopefully this wouldn't turn into an attempt to poison her. She always checked her food to make sure that it wasn't that way, particularly since her body was now much more vulnerable.

Well, to that sort of thing, anyways.
 

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