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His hands press into his ears, yet the inhumanly loud yells penetrate.

A high-pitched squeal like a pig being cut to slowly bleed rises above the guttural howls.

Only long pig on board.

A strange quiet falls, and he lowers his hands, convinced he can hear the rhythmic fall of footsteps growing close.

Not footsteps.

The wet rip of meat from bone. The pop of cartilage from socket. The exaggerated snuffle of breathing past a full mouth. The crack of bone. The slurping suck of marrow.

His hands press into his mouth so hard he chokes, scream gagging in throat.

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