The human chest segmented into five slices within a perfectly carved circle does not kill someone if they do the proper magical procedures beforehand. This process requires two people with a great deal of skill and fortitude.
And who are utterly insane.
“This is a bit squishy,” Shi said, squirming as he lay on the table. “I can feel the knife, could you take it out of the thing?”
Ray rolled her eyes but removed the stainless-steel blade from his chest, the red clouding the metal’s shine. She laid it to the side and sat back down on her tall bar stool.
“You’re a big baby,” she admonished. “It’s only a little thing.”
“I mean, do you want to give it a try?” he asked, smirking at her.
“No—that’s your fetish. Not mine. So, then, by the way, are you liking it otherwise?”
Shi chewed on his thoughts. He popped air through his lips a few times and then nodded. “Yeah, it’s a little less nice this time than last, but I do get that strange tingle in my head—so I guess this is going well for me.”
“Awesome,” Ray said and parted back her hair. She’d managed to not get any of the blood on it. Her shirt, her arms, her skirt, those were all coated in gore and little shreds of skin that resembled party streamers, but none was in her hair. “So, when do you want me to sew you back up?”
“Eh, let me have this for a little longer. The spell will hold all day anyhow.”
“Fair,” Ray replied. “But, in that case…”
She picked up a slice, the meat sliding around in the flimsy muscle-based pie crust.
“Don’t you want some ice-cream with that?” Shi asked.
“Nah, I’m good. Like always, I think I’ll have you raw.”