| She was
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| complaining about something. |
| I don’t remember a word
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| she said. |
| Then there was a man’s voice, saying how the flesh and muscle would be much more tender if you
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| cook it at a certain temperature. |
| But he had a certain
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| lust in his voice.
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| Disturbing actually, there was a fireplace, but instead
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| of a fire a TV took its
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| place, with perfectly cooked meat. |
| I knew it was human.
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| Now the lady began
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| crying so hard. |
| Out of nowhere she appeared in front of me, next to the TV.
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| With her brain fully exposed. |
| In shock I jumped back.
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| The door flew open. |
| The
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| man with the lustful voice shot a look at me. |
| He began
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| evaluating with his
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| eyes. |
| Imagining how I would taste. |
| I felt it in my
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| bones, personifying a doctor. |
| I believe he was talking to someone, but I didn’t see who. |
| Out of the
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| shadows, came a gargantuan man covered with dry scaled
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| blood. |
| As if he enjoys
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| his kills stick to him represents who he is. |
| Limp, he barged into the room. |
| It was the lady he wanted, to me he was oblivious. |
| She was
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| crying and holding
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| something in her hands. |
| I sat there trying to figure
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| out what I was it was
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| witnessing, where I was, how I got who I am. |
| Sweat
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| pouring out of every gland.
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| Then a glitched sound stole my attention. |
| A sound came
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| from behind the lady… |