He brought the tray from that black man and placed it on the table. He then opened the metal lid and pushed the tray towards me.
In it was meat. I don't know whose or what kind of meat it was, but it was meat. Raw. With blood and veins dripping from here and there.
He gave two pats to the table and said, 'Would this be to your interest? Or...' he went through the same process of knocking on the wall three times, then walking towards the wall on his right, the wall opening and a man in black giving him a tray with a metal lid covering over it.
While placing the next tray hes said, 'would this be to your interest?'
This time, I could tell by the smell that whatever the man in black bought was cooked.
As he opened the lid beholding me with the aroma of cooked meat and vegetables infront of my eyes, I instantly felt disgusted.
Disgusted enough to puke.
I couldn't keep my mouth shut and stuttered, 'a-anymore o-o-of this smell and...I-I'll die from p-puking...'