The wooden handle, or is it a deer antler I can't remember which one it is. I just know it's beautiful and I'm staring at it. And the blade is made with such precision thick, heavy, sharp, long blade then that teethy, serrated end. It's a bone breaker. I know, It's a beauty I bought it glistening in the night light of the moon. This blade so intricately made with an engraving on the one side, "Get your catch <3". This blade so intricately made to make a clean kill. To cut straight through, then the serrated end with a good pound can get through the cartilage and bone.
But no one tells you about the actual pain. The agonizing pain and then to have to watch this victim ratchet about in it's secret misery, with eyes glassing over unable to make a sound. But the hunter knows, he's done this before. Many times before just not to this extent and not to me.
As the blade went in it was hot like fire. The sounds of breaking cartilage and bones were deafening. Then he whispers in my ear "It's almost over". I feel my heart breaking, I think, but it's just him pulling the ribs apart so he can take my heart out. He whispers again, "It's mine" I can't think now. And I say to myself "it was always his" so I barely get the words out, " So why rip it out". The hunter whispers in my ear again while dripping my own blood, "So no one will have it, but me". But I think 'but I will die' the hunter says, "No you willl not die, you will just never love again, you have no heart". He holds his bloody hands out to me and shows it to me it's still beating hard and fast. That beautiful heart. I want to die.
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