Juan 6:56
His mouth tasted like ash. His jaw was tense from trying to mash the piece of meat he had been chewing on for a long time without success. Frustrated, V spat it out as if it were cheap chewing gum. The long pig emitted a whimpering whine at his feet. The tourniquet encircling its thigh could barely contain the blood, which was beginning to form a thick puddle on the floor. With a swift movement of his hand, one of the guards removed the fine china plate from the table along with the scalpel.
“Find me someone else who doesn't taste like shit.”
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La boca le sabía a ceniza. Tenía la mandíbula tensa de intentar machacar el trozo de carne que llevaba rumiando un buen rato sin éxito. Frustrado, V lo escupió como si fuera un chicle barato. El cerdo largo emitió un quejumbroso quejido a sus pies. El torniquete rodeando su muslo apenas podía contener la sangre, que empezaba a formar un charco espeso en el suelo. Con un movimiento rápido de su mano, uno de los guardias retiró el plato de fina porcelana de la mesa junto con el escalpelo.
—Buscadme a otro que no sepa a mierda.
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