He wiped the sweat from his forehead, "The old bastard finally died. Excellent, once I kill Victoria Talkington, I can take her corpse with me. Who the hell wants to turn a perfectly good corpse into a specimen? Such delicious flesh, it would be a waste to turn it into a specimen, right?"
Roman Paul stood up, clapping his hands, kicked his lifeless father, and mumbled to himself while turning around, "What part of her should I eat first? Her chest, her waist, or her buttocks?"
As he said this, he wanted to see how Victoria was doing on the operating table.
If he planned to eat her, it would be best if she hadn't died by poison injection.
He could torture her to death while feasting on her flesh...
The operating table was large and he could only see the restraints still tied to the table from his angle. He suspected that Victoria wouldn't have been able to free herself.
Or, perhaps, she had already been poisoned to death?
That would be rather dull.
