Mathias peered into the boiling stock pot. He inhaled the thick steam and smiled. With a contented sigh, he reached for the tongs.
Fishing about, he removed the gleaming white skull and placed it on a platter. He appraised it, nodding favorably.
She, it was a female skull, was the ninth and, arguably, finest addition to his collection. As enjoyable as the murders and dismemberings were, his greatest joy lay in admiring his trophies.
Behind him, the TV droned of the discovery of the latest body. Police implored The Butcher to contact them, either for help or to make his demands.
Mathias turned the TV off, frowning. It was a shame. While he dreamed of sharing his wondrous collection with the world, modesty forbade it. Sighing, he returned to contemplating his newest prize.