Victoria was nauseated by what she heard.
When Hank Clegg mentioned canned human meat that day, it was enough to make her lose her appetite for several meals.
And now here was Roman Paul, calmly explaining to her the process of making human specimens, all about soaking, skinning, and cutting flesh as if it was normal.
Was he even a normal human being?
No, he was clearly a devil.
"Next step is over there," Roman Paul promptly redirected Victoria to the side, pointing to another reluctant workshop. "Over there, all of your body fluids will be replaced. We'll inject you with propylene which will replace the fluid in your muscles, turning you into a plasticized entity. Next, we'll pose you...what pose do you think would be good?"
Victoria trembled all over, reflexively blurting out: "Go away!"
"Still defiant in your situation?" Roman Paul grabbed Victoria's hair again.
