The first time I saw a fresh open wound from a kid who had been in a car crash. That’s when I realized that I wanted to try it. Curious to know the taste, the texture. I looked up online and found there were people who had this fetish of wanting to be mutilated and eaten. I got hooked.” Trevor stared at Matthew in complete silence for a few minutes. “You’re one fucked up son of a bitch. You know that?” Matthew shrugged again. “Yeah, I’ve made peace with that.”
