Fillet O' Finger

2022.01.17 19:04 allanspines Fillet O' Finger

I am called Mr. Fetch, though that is not my real name. My employer will simply be known as The Client. He has eccentric taste, and just the other day he finally got something he's always wanted.
Allow me to set the scene.
The Client's art studio is where the horrific scene will take place. Turned into a makeshift dining room that he, dressed for high society, occupies with stagnant boredom. Models adorn his background. They look famished from any distance. Their genders are not always identifiable. I, the Alfred to his Wayne, and long familiar with my master's proclivities have arranged a glamorous evening of culinary delight the likes of which has never been seen before.
Even though the room is dimly lit, the armed guards wear black shades. Each expensive. Each hiding their eyes from the world. I as concierge, elegant in black formal wear, subtly check the watch under my wrist. The Client's lips curl in scorn, words forming, and interrupted by a polite knock at the door.
His eyes widen. The models move closer. Two kneel next to him while another two attend to his shoulders. He meets my gaze, which carries a reassuring smile.
The Client's voice is steady, “Enter.”
A squeaky server cart echoes through the room, bringing it to life. The source is an old Asian chef, flanked by his two accomplices. One is tall and puffy, young-looking in his gray suit. The other comes off a little more confident, dressed in a deep brown jacket and pants, with a black-tie to hang himself with. They look to one another with accomplished pride.
I hold up my palms to remind them, no speaking. Only silence will do. The Client is staring at the chef’s hands. Meaty and full from a life of hard work. Not calloused like some dock worker. Not arthritic like the feeble and old. Perfect hands. Only the best will do.
The cart creaks to a stop. A solemn hush fills the room. The chef offers a stiff bow and before the Client can return the greeting; he flicks on the gas stove attached to his cart. Twin flames alight beneath the burners and from inside the cart, he pulls a bowl of freshly boiled parsnips. His hands dance like magic, slicing each parsnip down into soft cubes, each aching to be sautéed. A dollop of oil sizzles into a pan, followed by sweet and savory spices. The parsnips tumble in and a wooden spoon guides them to deliciousness.
The chef returns to the underside of his cart. The Client leans in and inhales the aroma.
He breathes, “mother couldn't make them finer.”
I consider the accomplices, occupied with watching the chef as he rifles around for more parts of the dish to come. A bowl of steamed green beans arises. The chef pours them into another pan. More seasoning and sizzling. Large kernels of black pepper scatter across a cutting board, crushed beneath a meat tenderizer. Their leavings poured in with the green beans.
The Client is beside himself, “Peppered black, the only green beans worth eating.”
A pale model dares to speak, “I never ate my green beans growing up.”
The client looks at them with feigned concern, “it shows.” A few others chuckle delicately.
The accomplices continue to smile proudly, unmoved by the comedic display before them. I do note the emergence of sweat on the gray one's brow.
The chef stops for a moment. Takes a quick breath and lays out a cloth wrap of surgeons’ tools. With a length of rubber tubing, he wraps a tight tourniquet around the middle finger of his left hand. He holds that arm up over his head as he continues to prepare the coming meal. His right hand working just as well alone as it ever did paired. The Client can't take his eyes off that finger. He knows what's coming, and can't believe it will finally happen.
The chef turns the cart so the client can get a better look. With fingers tucked beneath his palm, he presses his middle finger, now swollen and red, against the cutting board. With a pair of curved forceps, he digs beneath the fingernail and twists it off. He makes not one sound, much to the client’s amazement. The younger of the accomplices looks on in horror, then turns his gaze elsewhere, anywhere. Even to the blank corners of the room.
The other accomplice, in brown, keeps a confident smile on his face. Even as the chef drew the knife along the length of the sacrificed finger. With a snip of a meat scissor the remaining skin loosens and, through a flourish, is discarded. There is a slight ripping sound in the air. The models gasp as the Client guffaws. The man in gray swallows hard as the man in brown gives no reaction beyond a confident smile.
Blood coats the cutting board, and the chef uses a knife to slide it aside. He snips the white tendons, slides the knife under the bone, and slices a perfect fillet of finger meat, unwrapping it all off the bones with ease. Which dangle uselessly like a puppet cut free of its strings. The fillet glides into the pan with the blackened green beans. The oil reacts instantly, and the aroma wafts about the room. This is not a good time to have a weak stomach.
Forceps are used to break off each finger bone until only a stub remains. The errant bones are set aside with the skin. Forceps still in hand, the chef moves on to the next finger. Applying a tourniquet, popping off a fingernail, and drawing a cut along the length. The man in gray's face shades down to match his suit. The man in brown keeps smiling, “smells great.” His accomplice looks at him slack-jawed as the client chortles.
“A man of taste and sophistication. Don't go too far after this is all,” he eyes the frying pans, “done.”
The second finger's meat sizzles in the pan. A wooden spoon moves the fresh piece into the heat while pushing the first cut aside to the edges. One guard slips a bit despite himself.
The Client, feeling feisty, notes his condition, “does Bruno need a break?”
Bruno, though that is not his name, recovers, “alert sir.” He steadies himself and keeps his eyes front.
The Client smiles contently, feeling superior in every way, but the third finger's filleting is so deft, he gasps in awe despite himself. The sizzle of the final slice of meat fills the room, bringing a mixture of suppressed disgust and wicked curiosity. The chef splashes alcohol on his bloody stumps and wraps them in gauze. He eyes the meat as doing so, a testament to his craft.
With tongs, he moves the green beans to a plate. The parsnips, long caramelized, join the veggies. A final dash of pink salt over the meats, followed by a spatula that gathers the fingerlets. The macabre dish sits with the three fingers, each a different rareness, the blackened green beans splaying out like a spider hidden beneath.
The Client’s eyes salivate at the sight. His mouth cries out weakly. Tears run down the length of his face. The chef, with his one good hand, gathers the plate and approaches my master. The Client mouths a thank you, utterly at a loss for words. As soon as the plate hits the table he dives for it. His fingers mingle with the green beans, caught in their grasp. He leans in close and kisses each finger multiple times. He pushes his own fingers into his mouth and moans, lightly chewing on them, caught up in his true fantasy.
He sits back, regains his composure, picks up a knife and fork, and takes a bite of some green beans, before moving on to the parsnips.
The chef gathers his cart. Turning off the gas, placing the skin, bones, and fingernails into a red hazmat bin, he seems no worse for wear. The man in gray is open-mouthed, gaped, breathing in a personal hell. The man in brown turns to me and says in a hush, “we're all glad this worked out so well.” I feign a nod of approval.
The client stabs his fork into the darker of the cooked meats, and brings it up to his nose, taking time to appreciate the aroma and presentation.
He opens his mouth, waggles the fork a bit playfully, the finger wiggling in return, and strikes like a serpent. He gnaws lovingly on his prize. The chef bows formally along with his accomplices. The Client sits back in ecstasy. He continues chewing while dropping his head down in a weak attempt at a returned bow. One model licks juices from his chin, savoring the taste. My master grins goofily at them and offers a tiny bite of the finger.
The trio gathers themselves up and makes their way out. The Client calls out to them, “remember, not too far.”
As soon as the door closes I retrieve a remote from my jacket pocket. With a click, a rather bland painting of a woman's mutilated corpse opens up to a display screen. The cameras are following the trio down a dimly lit hallway.
The squeaky cart is sharp on the ears, so I drop the volume a bit. The three are in a confident stroll. Even the man in the gray suit is regaining his color. They make their way to a small windowless room. With another click, the camera changes from the hallway to where the gentlemen are, and as I turn the volume back up their deception is revealed.
The man in gray becomes excited in his whispers, “we did it!”
The man in brown holds out his hands, “we did, and without a hitch.”
The chef, thick in a Brooklyn accent, “You idiot, the prosthetic almost fell off!”
The man in gray hushes them all, “keep it down, I saw the fake skin curl up, but you sir, you slid it back no problem.”
The chef removes the bandages from his hand and pulls off the bloody stumps, revealing much older nubs. Three fingers he'd been missing, more than likely, most of his life. He pushes the “meat” of the fake fingers out.
He smiles, “hufu, human tofu, tastes like chicken.” They quietly laugh as much as they dare.
The man in brown elates, “Hollywood grade special effects and culinary science for the weirdos! Gotta love the industry.”
There's a knock at the door. Guards I had already staged between them and the exit.
This was unexpected. They hurriedly place the prosthetic back on the chef's hand. He slumps his shoulders to look weak. The man in gray is fussing over the wound like he's redressing it.
The man in brown speaks, “Come on in.”
My accomplices, six in total, crowd the small room.
Using the expensive remote as a microphone I speak directly to the room, “Excellent performance gentlemen. The Client is overcome with joy.” He chuckles next to me, knowing what's coming. They, however, all relax at this, “just one more thing.”
The guards, on queue, pull guns from their jackets.
“He's requested seconds, and this time, no tricks.”
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I have got a budget of between 800 pounds to 1200 pounds. I am looking for a gaming PC that will be able to run games such as rust, Garry's mod, counterstrike, Call of Duty and any other fps games. This budget does not include keyboard, mouse and any other features.
I would love to build my own but I do not have the patience or will to do it plus I never good at building things it will be a complete disaster haha. It should be noted that I have created my own design online but I do not believe it will work together and I do not believe it will be the best that I can get out of my budget.
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Thank you and have a great night.
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- Removing the drive and placing it into an enclosure (enclosure becomes visible in disk management but not the enclosed drive.)
- removing and replacing the drive in its mobo slot.
--> chkdsk x: /f /r **returns [The parameter is incorrect]
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