Aztech knew what she was doing. She moved like she'd done this all a thousand times before. It was a mundane thing to her. Trivial. She said this was her first time but it was obvious that it wasn't.
I, on the other hand, I have made it so many times it's not even fun anymore. Aztech must have seen it done or had it elaborately explained to her. Or she could have just as easily lied. No one before had done it so exquisitly on their first night in the history of my being a member of the club.
The screaming told me she was an expert. A prodigy. Her technique was astounding. I could never have thought of any better way.
I should have tried it when she told me about it, but when I heard that boy yell like that, I knew that if it had been me, I would have seriously fucked it up. So I watched. And I listened. What a job she did on this guy. Really. What a great fuckin' job.
Aztech came out of the room drenched in blood, holding a surgical needle and a spoon in one hand and a tourniquette in the other.
"Let's go, Angie," she said as she flicked a piece of flesh off her sleeve. "You taped it, right?"
Got it, Aztech," I said while I held up the video camera.