Well the cheese was on the board now
"Well the cheese was on the board now. No going back. The blade fell with an inescapable momentum, propelled by the tensing muscles of an arm.
Whose arm? Certainly not mine or, for example, yours. It was thick and well developed, with blood pumping through it by effort of a healthy vascular system. Definitely this individual, he was holding the knife in his hand as it was propelled downwards, worked out.
Perhaps at a gym. Although judging from the wear of his clothes it couldn't be a high class place. It would be anyone's guess as to whether its walls were clean or not. Personally my guess would be that the gym was a squatted but wide building with peeling paint and an air of shabby upkeep. Besides a gym of that standard would be in a poor urban area, a far cry from the peace of the cabin.
The cut was clean, the cheese rent asunder and dismembered. The knife was put aside and the dark hand of the cutter descended to its helpless victim. Soon that slice entered the warm cavern of its tormentor's mouth. Escape was improbable at best." Said Virgel to his weapon.