Palahniuk Guts 소설 & 이야기

Mr Pavilochenki chuckled “How will you recognise him? You're too distracted with that piece of shit wife of yours” Luca clenched his fists “Can you guess who this morherfucker works for? Let me help you with that” Mr Pavilochenki stretched out his hand, and the man who was standing beside Palmer brought him a knife in a tray Mr Pavilochenki took the knife and gave the already bruised man a large cut on the side of his face The man screamed “Hillary Gray, I work for Hillary Gray!” Mr Pavilochenki cleaned the blade on the man's suit, and dropped the knife back on the tray

"First come skin..." Hurk recoils in his chair, trying his best to move but failing to do so. With a knife in hand, Palach approaches, Hurk screaming "Stop!" all the while, slowly getting louder and louder as Palach grows closer and closer. Palach quickly knocks Hurk out, cutting his binds before taking him by the collar and throwing Hurk onto a table, strapping him to it as if Palach was going to dissect him. Palach waits, slapping Hurk's face periodically, waiting for him to wake up until finally, he does. Though short, thirty seconds, in fact, Palach felt as if it took an eternity, as if a child waiting for Christmas. Hurk in a daze doesn't notice Palach bring his knife to a chunk of his

“Yeah, but some take longer. I remember the first time I saw guts up close, ones I set outside a man by my own hand. Well, check that, in the arena anyway.” “In Rome?” “Naw, some craphole prelim spot near where Pompeii used to be. I gutted the guy and he practically shot his own innards at me. By the ghost of Leonidas, I got sick too.” “I reckon so.” Porcius coughed and looked at the sky as if seeing the scene again. “Puked all over him. Kinda added to his end, I suppose. The crowd cheered, but they were drunk and full of inbreds. His buddy hit me in the gut with a knee and woulda killed me right fast, but I puked all over his pommel. The jackass stared at his wrist too long.”