High-Class Dinner Party Ferox

He'd attended the soiree reluctantly; all this high-society bollocks wasn't for him. Jackson was merely here as a 'plus one', and nothing more. He'd been separated from his companion, Dennis Brisk - a high-ranking official in Skaggerston Council - and had wandered into a room where a buffet was laid out.

'Do try the canapes darling, they're to die for' a lady swooned.
He stared in horror at the array of eyeballs, fingers and human leg-meat being served off the bone, and retched.

'What's the matter, chum? Don't like thigh?' a passing guest asked, his mouth full of flesh.