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Rio munched happily across from Itzal. She shook her head, ”Do what you want with the left overs. I just need to cut a leg for Harvey and leave it by his door. Then the rest if yours.” But she kept eating. She wasn’t done yet. Rio kept cutting off chunks – something which reminded her of Axelle eating the wolf’s carcass. She had just ripped pieces off of the dead man’s chest and was eating him like a deer. What a sick thought; it almost revolted Rio, but she kept eating trying to keep her mind off of the cannibalistic woman.
When she had her full share of food, she grabbed the dagger and started slicing away at one of the hind legs. With the dagger that Itzal gave her, it was no hard work. The sharp blade cut cleanly through the muscles and tendons and soon the leg was clean off the rest of the body. There was still a lot of meat left, but Rio didn’t have anywhere to put it. She left the rest of it to Itzal – she was done and full. She wouldn’t need to eat until tomorrow, and that’s when she’ll have the meat from the jars.
Rio lugged the heavy leg up the porch steps, careful not to knock into any of the jars that lined the floor. The leg was rather heavy for Rio’s weak arms, and it left a thick trail of blood. She first went into the kitchen, but didn’t find a plate big enough. So then she carried the dripping appendage all the way upstairs and left it at Harvey’s doorstep. She knocked on the door, and left. There were wood floors upstairs so that the blood wouldn’t do much damage to the floors. There was a trail leading all the way up, but Rio didn’t feel like cleaning it now. She went into one of the working bathrooms and dipped her bloody hands into the filled bathtub. Then she washed all the blood off of everywhere else until she was clean. Then she went to Itzal’s couch to lay down. Work was done, on her part, now she could be lazy.
Just as she was about to close her eyes, they flew open. ”Do you need any more help--?” She called out to him. She really didn’t want to get up again, but she would if he needed her. Her position on the couch was the more comfortable, but she knew she would have to move from it soon.
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