After some time... The Butcher had finally fully trained her Assistant, now having expanded the business, their work could truly shine, and their employee-base can grow.

The Assistant belongs to @rubysvn.bsky.social

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an image of two figures infront of a background of red, like a devious light glows from the doorframe. The Butcher stands on the left, and her new assistant, stands on the right. The Butcher has her iconic, devilish smile, looming over whomever is before the two. The Assistant has a twisted grin, far from sane, losing their mind. The Butcher stood before her Assistant, her first craft of a victim, The Assistant's labor having borne fruit, and she got to get the first taste of it. It was great, delicious, even. She looked up to the Porcupine that forced her hand. ... You did this to me. I'm going mental. I liked it. I actually liked it. The crunch. I'm so ill. You did this to me. You are doing this to me. Help me. HELP ME. I BLAME YOU. The Butcher, with her constant smile, finally opened her lips to whisper a question, her eyes piercing into The Assistant's eyes, stricken with fear, excitement, bloodlust and confusion. Did you like it? The Assistant's pupils shrunk and she grinned. I did. The Porcupine left the reply with a long pause of silence, before finally uttering her next words that resonated with The Assistant. Good. We have more work to do.

The Butcher's been training a new assistant. A newly developed taste for blood and an enthusiastic attitude to preparing meals makes her a perfect assistant.

The Assistant belongs to @rubysvn.bsky.social

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