He wrapped his own hands about the cooling flesh, as if attempting to
warm them.
He put the remaining on ice. The temperatures in the cavern were already cool,
nearly freezing, but it was best to take precautions with raw meat.
Dead, cool flesh that was so still beneath his fingers.
He continued butchering the carcass. Periodically, he lost his self-control and ground his
hips into the edge of the table.
He ground himself/his hips into the edge of the table.*
He scored the fingers and fingerbone in order to increase the efficacy of marination/prepare it for marination.
It was well known that Gejutel enjoyed offal, and this had already been set aside for him.
He contemplated the elongated organ which he rolled about on the palm of his hand, before ultimately deciding to /placing it on the open parcel he had set aside for The Lord.
The filets taken from the thighs and back. He had already cleaned these andHad
already been cleaned and skinned, salted and preserved and then rubbed with
various herbs and spices, the fingers denailed and set adise.
The head…the head was his.
He suddenly felt violently ill and gripped the tabletop for support.
He placed the loin and strips from the belly in Gejutel's bag as well.
He neatly and carefully separated the shoulders from the torso, cutting away a fair
portion of the flesh/leaving a fair chunk/portion of the flesh[and leaving it on the
end of the bone/ on the bone. He himself enjoyed (or would have enjoyed if it had
not been Frankenstein's before him) this particular cut, and he knew that Ragar did as
well. Swallowing the tightening knot that welled in his throat, he wrapped it in the parcel
labeled "Rayga".
The upper torso/pectorals, as well, were excellent cuts of meat, for those who
preferred a leaner, less sinew-y meat. It seemed to align well with Krasis'
preferences and strict diet.
He took strips from the belly and lower back.
He left the flesh/meat from the rump appended to the thigh bones, also placing
these in the package/parcel titled Rayga.
He made a fine mince of the calf muscles and flesh, which had little fat content and
required significant preparation to be palatable.
He felt his mouth water slightly.
He felt his cheeks grow damp, he cradled Frankenstein's head and scalp, petting the golden
strands.
"Frankenstein…Frankenstein…."
He placed the forearms in the packaged titled "Rosaria". He at last leaned back in the
chair, his work having been completed.