The man took a scalpel from the table, approached what was left of Osztum and began severing his gums, somehow negligently.
‘Come closer,’ he frowned, seeing her propped against the door. ‘Come oooon..., schnell!’
When she came near, she clawed at her shoulder and pulled her towards him, sticking her face to the eviscerated body.
‘You too are alike, excuse me for saying so,’ he laughed, somewhat abashed by the remark. ‘You see, you who belong to humanity’s lesser races have common traits, easily identifiable by a genetics expert... Look at this bend in the skull, which is slightly different with us, the Nordic peoples ... this flattening of the bones is a proof of your predisposition to servitude. You are common spirits, easily manipulated and controlled...’
Holding her tight, he start
