Apollo's mother nearly blanked out. Her vision was hardly functioning. The agony of having her wrist sawed through gradually made every other sense she had dull.
This made it far easier for Apollo to diligently get to work, slowly cutting off the hand. The sound was quite fleshy, muscle and tendons were moved around like slush. Paired together with the gushing red fluids, it almost looked like a meal.
So why not make it one?
Eventually, a clear smack rang out from Apollo's knife hitting the floor. As for his mother's hand, it had come off.
Extremely loud screams came from her as her eyes rolled back.
Apollo began to pant as well.
"You dare complain while I help you? How ungrateful are you?"
He slammed his knife down on his mother's face, cutting diagonally through her mouth and landing on her teeth. As for her gums, they were also slashed through.
