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The happy sound is as close to singing as I can get. It is a wordless expression, but it is full of joy.
The human’s screams don’t seem so loud as I cut deeper, and Fox begins to hum along with me.
I take my time, severing his manhood slowly, and enjoying the sight of his blood as it starts to trickle, before I get deep enough to make it pour, and then gush. His legs are painted brightly in the scarlet color when I am finally done.
I only realize his screams have stopped once I am cutting through that last connecting thread of flesh.
The pale pink blob of useless skin covered in wiry hair plops to the ground and the open wound continues to gush blood down his legs, and between them, to stain the tree’s bark.
“Good work, brother,” Fox tells me, admiration in his tone.
He is not disappointed at allowing me this kill, because we experienced it together.
I hiss back in satisfaction, and then make a joke.
He laughs. “Yeah, I don’t think a slap will wake him up this time.”
But he moves over to the corpse and slaps him across the face anyway. This time he puts enough force into it that he snaps Thor’s neck.
There is a bone sticking out the side of his throat when his head rolls back. Blood drips from it thickly, and I notice the blood is starting to thicken in the wound I gave him, too.
Perhaps cutting his manhood off took much longer than I thought it did.
It seems as if he might have died quite soon after I started to cut into him.
That is a little disappointing, but it does not matter now.
He was a threat to our mate. He is no longer a threat.
“Okay, let’s get back to Scar,” Fox tells me. “See if he needs any help with the last one.”
I hiss at him, telling him he is forgetting about something.
It is a boring maintenance issue, but we must deal with the body now that we have killed him.
Fox pulls a face. Now that the fun part is over, he would rather leave the mess for someone else to clean up. That is not the way Scar raised us, and he knows it.
“All right. I suppose you’re right. We shouldn’t just leave him there,” he grumbles.
Sighing, Fox goes to the body and unties the rope from Thor’s right hand.
The body slides to the ground, and he uses the rope to drag our victim through the grass.
It is lazy, but it will stop him from getting covered in blood.
“Got a problem?” he asks, when he looks back at me.
I nod quickly, darting to the base of the tree and picking up the blob of hairy flesh that Thor called a manhood. It is even smaller than it looked while it was hanging between his legs.
Fox screws up his nose as I hold it up.
“Don’t tell me you’re going to …” Fox starts, trailing off when I bring it over and cram it into the dead man’s mouth. “Oh. Okay. Yeah, I like it. Good one.”
I shake my head at him. He always thinks I’m going to put gross things in my mouth.
I hiss, and he shrugs as he apologizes.
“I didn’treallythink you would eat it,” he murmurs.
