rah e maqtal

...his hand came down with a slash and the  flesh and bones  separated,  he began  quickly  with  ease and expertise   chopping  the flesh  into neat chunks with a sharp knife,  using his  sharp knife he passed it through the  tough bones  as if it was  warm soft butter , tired  faces  and eyes  he was gathering  his  own scattered  self  into small pieces  

It was  a wooden  cabin damp a stuffy stale , in the  dim lit lantern  just his  face and the floor was  barely visible,  his  appearance was  all sprayed in blood,  his  face showered in blood was horrifying,  though  a window or two were open  but the whole wooden cabin  stank of blood  flesh and bones spread over the entire floor,  if someone  at that point  stepped in he would be dead of sheer shock  but  he was  calm and quite relaxed,  with every  chopping sound he  uttered  all was finished,  a quivering choking  sound was stuck in his  throat,  slashing  was  ending  and with the last chopping of the chunk he collapsed  as he fell  

It was  stark midnight   , there was no moon  as far as one could see,  the government buildings were  enlisted for power cuts and  the  museum  was  therefore  in the dark  and not illuminated,  the  men in black hiding  at the  back of the  museum  merged in the shadows  and were  unseen  , they waited eagerly for the  right moment