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Hail $474n

Its coat was so slick and glossy that Patrick could see his face in it. Not that anyone else would want to- he was gaunt and mad-eyed and licking his lips in gleeful anticipation of the savagery that was to come. He drew back the knife…

…and jabbed it in hard, again and again, splintering the skin and letting the glistening innards spill off the countertop like jewels. He cast the blade aside and held his hands under the waterfall of tiny treasures, savouring the sensation, the warmth, the smell, sniffing and grovelling at them like a pig before reverentially laying them to rest in the sacrificial bowl.

The creature whined pitifully as its life ebbed away. Patrick just threw back his head and laughed.

Lisa repressed a sigh. With one hand she wafted away the pungent smoke and with the other she tapped her fellow cultist on the shoulder. “Patrick, I don’t think the AIBO counts.”

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