We enjoy the unique

As we strike the woman with the axe, her head splits in two, this experience is not unique by itself, as we have done this multiple times to multiple people, but what is unique this time is that she did not scream, this makes us happy, we are happy.

We begin to drag her body away to the freezer, she's a bit heavy, maybe that's why she was so easy to 'service', men do not like heavy woman in this country, or so I am told, so maybe men rarely 'service' her, which could explain why she did not scream.

Her limp body on our cutting board, not a unique experience, as she has a plain hairstyle, and unremarkable features, we begin to chop,chop,chop, her body, today we're going to make tacos out of her, we had just learnt of this dish yesterday, and we're dying to try it out.

We cut meat from near her ribs, as it is the most tender, and would be best for a taco, we open the bag of store-bought tortillas, cook the meat we obtained from her and assemble the taco, it's delicious, but after the first taste it is no longer unique, so we throw it away.

We drag the rest of her body towards the fire, as it is no longer unique, the smell of her burning body is boring and dull, just like the rest, we begin to remember all the trouble we went through to kill her, we regret wasting time on such a boring person.

We move towards the bed, reminiscing on our wasted weekend, knowing tomorrow, we would have to go to our dull, boring job.