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[colonelcannibal]

 *Ives was enjoying himself quite a bit. Looking to catch his prey before someone else could get to it was a very fun game, and he had all sorts of lovely ideas about what to do when he found it . . .

*The best method of hunting was always to make the prey come to you, in Ives' opinion. When it came to prey like this, that meant bait--and the best bait for a petty monster like this one was poor, sad, pathetic Colqhoun.*

Is there anyone out here? I'm lost . . .

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[clawsandhijabs]

Parvina shrugged. "Maybe fry it with some eggs. Like a nice steak..."

[colonelcannibal]

That does sound lovely. *He sticks his knife into the man's mouth and starts cutting.*

[clawsandhijabs]

The guy struggled as blood pooled and dripped out of his mouth. His muffled screams could be heard as his tongue was cut out. Parvina watched Ives work. "We should take him the barracks."

[colonelcannibal]

We ought to, yes. If nothing else, the fort has a proper kitchen. Ah, there we go!

*He pulls out the tongue and slides it into a hunting bag, then starts dragging the prey home.*

Can you imagine them in The Purge?!

[clawsandhijabs]

Parvina laughed a bit and she skipped after him. She looked at him as he dragged their prey behind them. "This'll be fun..."

They would have tons of fun, I'm sure

[colonelcannibal]

Yes, I rather think it will be. Won't it, meat? *He chuckles cruelly.* I mean you enjoyed it so much when you were doing it to other people, hmm? So you should be happy to try the other side for once.

[clawsandhijabs]

Parvina giggled again and followed him to the barracks. They were going to take their time. She wanted him to suffer like the victims had suffered.

[colonelcannibal]

*Ives drags the prey into his kitchen and ties him to a chair, then starts the tongue cooking over the fire.* I was thinking of removing his fingers one at a time, to start with. Or his toes, perhaps, to make it harder for him to run even if he does get loose.

[clawsandhijabs]

We could rip out his toenails first...then cut off his toes.

[colonelcannibal]

Oh, that's a lovely idea! I'm sure there are pliers around here somewhere . . . ah, here we are. *He grabs the pliers and starts to tug.*

[clawsandhijabs]

Parvina rifled through drawers and found some toothpicks. She got on her knees and got his other foot and put them under his toe nails.

[colonelcannibal]

*Ives laughs as the man screams, then starts cutting off toes joint by joint.* Would you like to do the cooking, or shall I?

[clawsandhijabs]

"I can." She got a pot and put some vegetables into it and some chicken broth as well before putting it on the stove.

[colonelcannibal]

What kind of meat would you like to use? There are plenty of bits that won't kill him to lose . . .

[clawsandhijabs]

What's the best for a nice soup?

[colonelcannibal]

Chuck steak--off the shoulder. *He starts cutting.*

[clawsandhijabs]

Alfred Fisher and Ronald William Brown have been documented as saying the...uh...rump....is the best part for making a roast. Is that true?

[colonelcannibal]

It makes for quite a good one, yes.

[clawsandhijabs]

Maybe we'll make a rump roast after we make soup!

[colonelcannibal]

Mmm, sounds good. It'll certainly make him squeal!

[clawsandhijabs]

Parvina nodded as she stirred the broth and put in some more vegetables.

[colonelcannibal]

*After a couple minutes of amusing screams, Ives adds a fair bit of meat to the pot.*

[clawsandhijabs]

Parvina stirred it into the broth and vegetables.

[colonelcannibal]

*While the meal cooks, Ives playfully tortures the o-so-deserving man.*

[clawsandhijabs]

This is nice, isn't it?