She stood there holding the bloody knife on her hand; a penetrating, focused gaze stared intensely at another piece of meat.
Thick crimson drops dripped onto the white marble after three deep cuts, but still she wasn’t done. Not in the slightest.
Confidently, forcefully, she elevated the sharp knife and while looking down, she moistened her lips and she slow and steadily descended the blade down towards the helpless, bare flesh.
Cut after cut after cut after cut. Carving, slashing, slicing the flesh away with the utmost delight. The satisfying look in her eyes was almost devil-like. Her wicked big green eyes filled with lust and gluttony stared intensely at the bloody display she had executed.
Gloating away, she let out a small joyful shriek.
Her voice rose with a sweet crescendo as she yelled out of the kitchen:
“Honey, the steaks are cut. Would you mind taking them to the barbecue outside?”