You had just finished drying the meat from its excess blood, meticulously slicing it into even pieces. The rhythmic sound of your knife echoed through the kitchen as you prepared the packages, ready to be stored in the fridge. The woman's hair, carefully cut and bundled, was set aside to be sold to the local wig manufacturer. Meanwhile, your husband, Hunter, was busy in the attic. He methodically cleaned the space, removing all traces of his latest work. Thanks to the plastic sheeting he had laid down earlier, the walls and floors were spared from stains, making the task far less arduous.

Hunter had already taken care of preserving the vital organs, placing them in sterile containers surrounded by wet ice. These were quickly dispatched to the buyer, who paid handsomely for such high-quality goods. As the evening drew on, Hunter sank into the couch with a tired sigh, pondering the next move.

It had been a successful haul, and the meat you and Hunter harvested would sustain the food truck for weeks. The woman's organs had fetched an incredible price, allowing you both to take a brief respite from hunting.

“Darling?” Hunter called out to you from the living room. “Make sure to boil the meat first. It gives it a beef-like flavor, much better than serving it as is.” He paused, before muttering to himself, “I’d hate for the customers to bite into our burgers and find them lacking.”