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It is soft and cold with a slight taste of salt. However, there is always the faint aftertaste of iron. I despise the taste of the iron which is why I always opt to wash it before I prepare it as a meal. It is tender to chew and swallowing always puts a smile on my face. Occasionally I would drink milk as I would eat the meals as it helps me stomach it better. Regardless, some of the meals just tasted horrible even after I washed and seasoned them with some salt and pepper. I always make sure the meals are clean and pure. I dislike the taste of the ink from some meals.
However, it is all trial and error. I find certain parts to be more delicious than other parts. I always look for the best source for my meals. I always preferred the lean kind of meals, not too fat or skinny. The fat ones have excess fat which means longer prep time and I can just taste their disgusting diet. The skinny ones barely have meat on their bones, it is as if I were a dog whenever I would eat them. The lean ones are perfect, not too much fat but not too thin. It is just right. I would also prefer female meat for my meals. Their source of meat is softer, tender, and tastier than the males. Whenever I would carve the skin off the meat, the scalpel would gently glide, and I would be left with a perfect piece of meat with little fat on the side.
However, I am not inhumane. I make sure to always cut the throat before I boil them so the skin is easier to cut. I learned that when I was a kid. My grandmother owned a chicken farm. The clucking from the chicken would lead to screaming as they would boil them alive. However, I am not like my grandmother. Their screaming always gives me a headache. Therefore, I always slit their throat. Their gurgling does not give me a headache. Rather, it excites me. Knowing I will soon feast on their body. I am not inhumane like the others. I do not use them for pleasurement. Rather, I want to feast on their bodies because I am a hungry man. No one knows about my eating habits. Whenever I would cook for them, they would ask for the meat source. With a smile on my face, I always say, ”It is pork.” After all, we do share similar DNA to pigs.
These humans are just little pigs for me, and I am the wolf.