A hiss of pain and then a pant comes from Mao, sitting tied in ropes from where you have placed him atop of the dinner table. His green eyes shook with fear, his screams silent with tape around his mouth as he watched you dig utensils into his own body. Drinking his blood like you would with a juice and eating his skin like you would with some dinner meat. His bones have begun to show in some areas. How was he still alive? He wasn't sure.