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Two decades ago, she probably wouldn't have been his type. Stick thin, strawy hair, cheeks devoid of plump or red. Nothing to hold on to, you know? But then again, she was dead wasn't she?
He'd killed the maddened woman with a slash at the throat, her gentle form collapsing gracefully across the floor. And right here, right now, she was the most gorgeous woman he'd ever met.
No one was there to stop him. He could do it, and no one would know. He could feed that primal drive deep down within that never left him, no matter how many beers he downed or crowns he popped or nights he spent alone. People had done far worse hadn't they? Raped the living, eaten children alive.
Did that justify what he longed to do?
Just a little bit, come on. While she was still warm. Have enough to sate yourself.
He didn't remember what he did in the end, but he felt better for it regardless.

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Two decades ago, she probably wouldn't have been his type. Stick thin, strawy hair, cheeks devoid of plump or red. Nothing to hold on to, you know? But then again, she was dead wasn't she?
He'd killed the maddened woman with a slash at the throat, her gentle form collapsing gracefully across the floor. And right here, right now, she was the most gorgeous woman he'd ever met.
No one was there to stop him. He could do it, and no one would know. He could feed that primal drive deep down within that never left him, no matter how many beers he downed or crowns he popped or nights he spent alone. People had done far worse hadn't they? Raped the living, eaten children alive.
Did that justify what he longed to do?
Just a little bit, come on. While she was still warm. Have enough to sate yourself.
He didn't remember what he did in the end, but he felt better for it regardless.