The Butcher

He held the knife tightly and raised his hand. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead as he contemplates about his next move. He closed his eyes and took a deep breathe. The creature that he was about to chop into pieces was beautiful but he had a task to accomplish. So with his quick hands, he immediately started chopping. After a few minutes, he was done. He smiled at his work and began to tidy up. He was about to wash his hands until someone behind him spoke.

"Good job. You're clearly better than the last guy I hired."