Her left breast was missing. A souvenir, he supposed. Her leg had been severely gnawed, stripped of flesh, and he lifted it, positioning the bleached white bone over his knee, pressing down hard with both hands. They were easier to dispose of in parts. He pushed, trying to snap it, but it wouldn’t give. He was getting old. How much longer could he keep this up? In anger, he thrust his hands down and the femur shattered and Hannah jerked into life with a gurgled scream. He fell back, taken by surprise. She shielded her eyes from the light that burned her retinas, her mouth trying to open,
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