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“I might consider myself an equal-opportunity sex god for the right person.”
I’ve never wanted to be woven cotton so badly in my life. I would allow this man to use my tongue as a loofa.
The man is packing a grenade launcher in those things, and I’m prepared to offer myself as sacrifice.
“Over? The night is still young, pet, and we have miles to go before we sleep.”
“I don’t know anything about him,” she says. “He’s a ghost. Only one person has ever seen his face and lived to talk about it. That’s how he got his name. The Abattoir Adonis.” Ice crystalizes in my veins, and my heart ceases to beat. The man she’s searching for, the man she wants to kill . . . is me.
“This was non-consensual cannibalism. You know that, right? I didn’t choose to eat this.” “You dove right in.” “Because I didn’t know Jeffrey Dahmer was cooking tonight!”
“I’ve eaten human flesh before, Kindra. I once went on a few dates with a self-proclaimed cannibal.” “Weren’t you worried he’d eat you?” Kindra asks. “Oh, he ate me, all right.” Cat flicks her blonde hair over her shoulder and smirks. “No one eats human flesh like a cannibal, that’s all I’m saying.”
