The Butcher has me in his clutches. He sharpens his cleaver as he prepares to finish me off. I cannot believe that I am here. I was kidnapped, taken to a butcher shop where I was hung on a mental, sharp hook in a dark, cold freezer by my upper back until he was ready to butcher me. When he took me down to be butchered, he tenderized me with a hammer. Bang bang bang against my skin and bones. He would break every bone that I had in my body, causing me excruciating pain. I screamed bloody murder and begged for him to stop, but he would not listen to my pleas. Now I am laying on a large chopping board, unable to move due to my bones being broken and waiting for my fate. The butcher got out a guide to butchering humans, read it for a few seconds, took his meat cleaver and chopped my foot off. I screamed until I couldn’t scream any more. “My foot! Why did you take my foot?” I cried. He took my foot and started licking the bloody meat on the part he chopped off. It looked like it took everything in his power to not eat the entire foot right there, and put the foot down so he could resume to butchering my body. I don’t remember much after my foot was chopped off as I passed out from the blood loss. I might have ended up in someone’s stew.