A hobby

>>Hazel

Blood dripped down the butcher’s hook in silence.

The movement was slow, the red liquid slid down till the U-shaped hook, hung there for a while in preparation for the jump, then fell to join the puddle on the floor, making a soundless ripple in it.

Valek turned his head in my direction and his void expressions showed a bit of surprise when he saw me standing there at the door frame.

He sat with his knees parallel to his chest, arms warped around them with one hand holding a butcher's knife.

The room had a strange odd smell to it, it was like the room was a secret place that was often used for something like this.