Cleaver

Nora tried to pick up the large stone cleaver that was embedded in the table, but it was far too heavy to budge from its crevice. She tried to apply leverage with her foot against the table, but it would not move no matter what she did.

She suddenly realised the steps in the corridor drew near, and with just a few seconds to decide, she hid under the stone table, hoping she would not get noticed. A pair of feet came into view, gnarled, muscled, mottled with white fur and dyed red with blood. Each toe had a mean looking claw on the tip of it. There was a pause, and then the table shook above her, as no doubt the cleaver she tried to pick up before was now in use, striking and chopping the carcass with a 'K-CHUNK, K-CHUNK, K-CHUNK!', like a guillotine. The smell of innards became more prevalent, and blood trickled down. The morlok grunted, breathing heavily. It was unfortunate that the morlok was not wearing clothes, as his sizeable dong swayed side to side with each movement, and threatened to hit Nora in the face. It reeked of sweat and blood and there was a faint fishy smell; she was unsure if it was just unwashed dick smell, or if an actual fish was involved. A bloody lizard leg fell over the side with a solar, and Nora couldn't help herself from yelping out from surprise. The morlok stopped.

Nora was face to face with a snarling morlok, his teeth bared.

She punched him in the eye, and attempted to scamper between his legs, but the morlok was not reeling from the punch as long as she expected him to be and he grabbed her by the ankle just as she was almost out of his reach, causing her to fall flat on her face. She was pulled through his legs and picked up, dangling upsidedown in front of his face.

"Put me down you bastard!" she yelled, punching him in the chest. Nora was by no means a weak-hitter, but this morlok shrugged off her punches as if they were nothing. He threw her against the stone table with ****. Nora screamed. Two broken ribs. She tried to pick herself up, but the morlok grabbed her by the collar, and dragged her against the floor, staining her clothes with dirty blood. He discraded her pack to one side, and with crude rope the morlok bound her hands and feet, and hung her upside down from a hook like the rest of the meat. She struggled, dangling wildly, but it didn't seem to help.

The morlok punched her in the gut.

Vomit splattered and mixed with the pools of blood. She groaned. Nora didn't usually cry, but tears began to well up in her eyes. The morlok exited the slaughterhouse, leaving her all alone to wallow and whimper in pain.

Nora suddenly felt dizzy. All that blood rushing to her head mixed with the pain and trauma, and she could feel a blackout coming.