After school, my cute daughter came back to our butcher shop like always. Her mom was out, and I was in the back slaughtering a pig alone. She ran in grinning, bag still on, hanging off me. I was busy, got a little pissed, looked at the block I always use, and something came over me—I wanted to put her on it and slaughter her too. She slaughtered easy, and she felt good to use. Wonder what face her mom will make when she gets home and sees this♡