The victim lay out on the table in front of me. A big slab of a guy. The boy delivered him to me this afternoon around 6 am, he is always a little late. Weirdly today I had no instructions from the boss, I guess I was to do the usual, cut and dispose with my own creative flare, get rid of the evidence and as always, tell no one. I brought out the usual lubricants to help with the disassembly, standard stuff but I always added my own style, I like to think of it more as art work, I was always very good at what I do, and not many people have the precision in them, or can do it as fast.

I reached out for the serrated knife and made the first cleave into the soft flesh, with the right tools a good cut is always easy, I keep a tight ship and everything is always sharp. The top section seemed a little too soft, maybe he was fresher than I thought, usual they aren't delivered for a few hours, by that point they are stiff and ridged, harder to work with, so today was a nice change.

Short sharp cuts to get through the more sinewy material, moisture and pulp running down the knife and covering my hands – should have worn gloves, goggles are a must, if any of the chemicals get in your eyes… well let’s just say you'll be in agony for some time, and time is in short supply around here. The red stains really get to me most, they never come out of the clothes and it stains the skin for days, you get funny looks down the street.

Trimming away the fat may seem disgusting for the layman, but I always enjoyed it, like cutting your enemies down to size. Some people would just dispose of the waste quickly, but I like things to be perfect, to transform the specimen and make them into a new and more beautiful thing, making them perfect, people only care about the end result though, no one knows the work that goes into what I do.

As always at the end of the day I roll up my gloves, soak them in disinfectant, clean the stains from my station and take a long shower. I take home a memento from the day’s work to keep at home, you must of course reward yourself for your days achievements, after all when, like me, you make sandwiches all day and everyday your own rewards and motivation you must make. Probably should tone down on the horror films a little though, the mind tends to wonder…