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The D’Angelo woman licked her lips as the silence between them passed and her hand went to work along the thigh of the carcass. The long scalpel slid into the flesh in neat marks past the fur and into the muscle. Her hands worked with a marvelous steady nature, almost artistic in its work as flesh was sliced away at the thigh joint to reveal the ball joint of the hip. The small of satisfaction was clearing written across her face, a sick twisted sort of smile a serial killer would have. Once done her eyes inspected the flesh at the joint, her hands already stained red, her eyes looking over the connecting joint with fascination.
Eyes only partly looked toward the man who was with her, to enthralled with her own work to pay any mind to him. Demi was many things but afraid of anyone wasn’t on the list. A quiet settled over her for a few moments before the saw was grabbed. She could have gnawed on the bone and broken it after many attempts but a saw was so much cleaner and quickly she started sawing the bone in half to remove the entire leg.
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