Can You Just Die...and Go to Hell! Part III

“Lang, what are you doing? Aunt Kim has been waiting for her ground pork for ages. Why are you so slow? When your mom is back, I will tell her that you refuse to help me sell stuff. Don’t say I didn’t warn you."

The shop owner walked to the back of the shop complaining as she heard the thumping sound of the pork grinder. Thud, thud... It awkwardly roared as if something was clogged inside. Turning around to see the grinder more clearly, her knees instantly fell. As for Aunt Kim, she even screamed hysterically before stumbling out of the back of the shop.

The sight they both saw was Lang’s white legs sticking out to the sky from the pork grinder. While her other part was minced into tiny lumps. Lang’s flesh and fat filled the basin to the brim. Her blood splattered on the floor, giving off a vomit-inducing stale smell. Both legs were twitching every time the bone part got caught in the machine...

It growled ... thud... thud... thud.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah…”