Bone Broth

 Today was going to be brutal for my guest in the downstairs pantry, but first I needed to check on my trophy. I carefully poured out the contents of the jar, draining the water and the lime and leaving a skin with hair and nails barely hanging on. I used my pliers to carefully tear what was left of the nails free. Then I began removing the remaining hairs with a knife which wasn’t hard, most of the hair was already falling out on its own. I rinsed it and had a pristine skin in the first stages of tanning. The next step was to start the last soak with a chromium sulfate solution. I carefully added the solution to the jar with the skin so the last stage could proceed while I got to more pressing matters.

I headed downstairs with a large soup pot and a meat tenderizer. I set down the pot on the stove turned it up to high heat and took out the meat tenderizer. The man moaned through his gag when he saw the meat tenderizer. He was guessing what I was going to do with it, I don’t know if he was right, but he was probably close enough.

I removed his left shoe and then his sock. I smacked his pinky toe with the meat tenderizer and he screamed through his gag, almost as loud as when I cut off his genitals the day before. I worked my way through each toe one at a time, then up the foot. I took time between each strike, slowly allowing him to feel the pain each time without letting any of it blend together. I wanted him to experience each distinct pain unadulterated. I kept this up for about as long as I could until it seemed that he stopped reacting and it seemed like he wasn’t feeling the pain anymore. That meant it was time to add the foot to the pot of boiling water. He may not have felt the hammer, but he felt the boiling water. He screamed and moaned in pain for a while and when he ran out of breath and stopped wailing, I pulled out a knife and cut off his foot to drop in the pot, and he seemed to have at least one more breath in him. Of course, he started to bleed again, but this time, instead of gauze, I pressed the stump against the hot side of the pot, more screaming in pain as the heat cauterized the wound.

I stirred the pot with a wooden spoon to try to break up the meat and the bones to heat more and promote the dissolution into broth. I also wanted to give him some time to rest and recover, this wouldn’t be any fun if he didn’t have the energy to experience this. Half the point was watching him suffer slowly.

After some time passed, I started to worry he might have lost too much blood and was dehydrated, so I got him some water. He was woozy, but still okay, at least enough to repeat the whole process with his other foot and then his remaining hand. It was the same as the first foot for each of the other extremities. By the end of the day he had no feet and no hands, and I had a pot full of soup stock that would need some time to dissolve everything.

I decided he had enough for today. I would harvest more tomorrow, but for now, I just checked the bones that had soaked in bleach. I took out the now clean bones and set them on a plastic sheet to dry. Once they were ready, I was going to practice bone carving to pass the time while I waited for my other dishes to cook. But that was for tomorrow. I didn’t bother to say anything to him as I left him in the basement, he was exhausted from the day’s activities. Just as well, I wasn’t even halfway done with him.

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