After the boys wound was bruned out and properly bandaged the man rested the boys body on the ground.

He was breathing faintly but he was breathing, so he was glad. At least he hadn't killed him. Whether he had improved on his situation, only time would tell.

Sweat run along his brow and he wiped it away with his arm.

He truned around, took a few steps towards the beasts corpse and drew the dagger from its back.

The boy had done his part of their little deal, now the man had to do his.

As if seering a young boys shoulder wasn't enought fucked up shit to do for one day, now he had to gorge a heart out of a beasts body.

Was that was people called 'moving up in live?'

After pondering for a moment his brain had spit out enought for him to have a vague idea how to go about it.

He cirlced the beast and stood before its massive chest. Even thought it laid on its side the corpse towered a head over him.

He sized up the chest with his left hand while he pressed the tip of the knife against the creatueres fur.

After a moment of searching for the right spot he placed the knife and pressed.

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With a firm grip on the handle, he leaned into the beast, dragging the blade in a long, deliberate arc.

With suprising ease did the blade penetrate the creatues skin and flesh.

Blood welled up around the incision, warm and thick, as he carved deeper into the chest.

A smell of iron filled his nostirls as the red liquid poured over his hands, running down his naked arms.

"Urg."

The beasts sinewy flesh made it hard to keep the angle right, so the man adjusted his grib, grabbing his left hand around his right wrist.

After all gutting something wasn't only about cutting, but cutting throught the right things.

Bit layer by layer he peeled the creatues skin and flesh from its ripcage and severed the muscles from the bones.

Once he was finished he took a step back, trying to shake the blood off his hands while he commanded the sphere to ram into the bones as fast as possible.

After a several blows two of the rips finally came loose with a stomach turning "CRACK". The man wrestled them out of the flesh and let the two black grooves fall to the ground.

Now he picked himself throught what he assumed was the creatue's lungs to finally find the heart behind.

The knot of flesh matched the imagine his mind counjured whenever he was thinking of a heart, but was at least triple that in size, easily bigger then his own head.

Thick black veins ran all over it, fusing with the four primary blood vessels, two of which connected to the lungs, two loosing themself in the body.

By now the man had to insert his entire arm into the chest cavity to cut the fleshy, blood filled vines and a shiver ran down his spine whenever he felt the wet warmth of the corpse against his own skin.

After a few minutes of ripping and tearing he finally got the heart loose and pulled it out of the creature.

The thing laid heavy in his hands, its survice was disqustingly smooth.

The picture of a simular structure but much smaller seering in a pan rushed throught his mind leaving disgust and the question, why people would eat these things behind.

He circled the beast again, laid the heart on the ground and began trying to rub the already drying blood off himself with a few straws of grass.

Suddenly realising something he looked into the sky. He had been so "immersed" in rummaging the creatures body that he hadn't realised the only light that sourrounded him by now came of the cube.

Night had already returned.