hate hypocrisy but I owe it to survive, to feed my evil instincts.
Over the years I learned to cope with another way of life, another phase, a level that not everyone is willing to go. If you try, you never leave.
Eating human flesh was to me the beginning of a new life.
all started as a game with my two roommates. That Saturday came Carlos and Adrian home late. Laughingly tried to open the door without success. I got out of bed and went to help. As Carlos opened the door fell on me and covered her mouth when she screamed ... his hands were bloody. Adrian held in his arms what appeared to be the trunk of a person. I sat up startled and asked what had happened.
Neither replied. They placed the corpse on the kitchen table and sat opposite him. I misplaced their smiles did not understand, I knew I had to do!
I stood in front of them, stunned and totally confused. Adrian suddenly started
a piece of flesh from inert and tasted like the taste the world's most exquisite delicacy. Carlos smiled at me and lunged at the hand of the dead. They were like two hungry wolves. Their teeth by chewing produced a different sound, sticky, very sweet and very tempting ...
never have imagined something like that, but I slowly approached the table and sat next to them. I must admit that was the most morbid situation of my life.
shyly accepted the piece of meat that Adrian gave me. I can never describe that feeling. Raw meat slipped my tongue filling my mouth with an unknown flavor and delicious. The blood still warm invaded my mouth making me squint of pleasure.
That night my companions taught me the game, your routine every night from Saturday to Sunday ... only this time they decided to do it at home so I could be part of their ritual.
I can not explain this to anyone, I'm not proud of it, but I do not regret ... I'm a normal girl
of any city, only to hide a frightening secret for many exciting for us. Every Sunday we eat human flesh. We look to our victim during the week, and we ended up with it. Next Saturday is my turn to go hunting. Be the first time I killed someone and really nervous, but I do think that someone will die morbid to satisfy us, is like a trophy. I can not, I will not stop, every Sunday our ritual is sacred. Take this and eat it ....
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