Chapter 158: You should be grateful I didn’t make you hunt that pig
"Isabella, you have to gut the pig yourself," Bubu said, making Isabella freeze in place. She slowly turned her gaze to the dead pig now lying on the stone slab, its cold, lifeless eyes staring at her.
She swallowed hard, then whispered to herself, "You say what now?" Her voice trembled, disbelief taking over.
Was this a setup? She couldn’t even begin to process this.
"Bubu..." Isabella’s voice failed her. She couldn’t even find words.
Now, it’s not like she hadn’t gutted a fish or a deer before—especially that deer on that strange mountain—but here was the difference. When she had gutted that deer, she did it seamlessly, like a pro. No disgust, no hesitation. It was like something in the mountain air had made her immune to the horrors of... well, cutting open an animal.
But this? This was different.
The memory of the fish haunted her. She’d told no one, but that process? It was not some heroic feat. It was the worst experience of her life. The stench. The squish. The... the guts. Oh, god, the guts. It had been a nightmare. It had even turned into a recurring dream. She could still feel the slimy, slithering sensation of those fish innards.
And now? Now she had to gut a pig.
Ahhhhhh—Bubu was trying to traumatize her on purpose! She couldn’t do this. She was going to throw up. Invisible tears were already welling up, threatening to spill.