As Georgia worked at the straps, Garvin's mind reeled with horror and disgust. His stomach churned violently, not just from the nausea but from the sheer, unthinkable truth of what he had just eaten.
Human flesh.
He gagged again, his body convulsing as bile burned his throat.
Scorpion chuckled from where he stood, arms crossed over his chest, his amusement evident in his voice. "The boss and all the staff here, human meat is the only thing we eat," he said, a wide smirk plastered on his face. "But honestly, you should worry less about what you've already swallowed and more about what comes next."
Garvin's breath hitched. He looked up, his face contorted with fear. "What… what do you want me to do?" he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.
