The Cannibal's Revenge

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feast was truly a lavish spread. There were lobster, abalone, roast pig,

, smiled and asked, "With all this meat,

, they were actually gaunt and pale. My grandfather was little more than skin and bones. I wa

women, were startled once it was pointed out. Esp

o years. Our elders are used to hardship and still practice frugality. We only prep

d placed it on Kimberly's plate. The exquisite flavor

ived half my life and never tasted such wonderf

sticks. The next second, his eyes widened with an unprecedented tast

I've never had such delicious meat. Bein

d you like it. I'll mak

Clint. "Why aren't you eati

rassed. That ridiculous male pride always seemed to surface during ti

te that brought these two children together. From now on, my g

also toasted him, and one after another, th

ly, red oil dripping from the corners of their mouths as they savo

ooked more like conten

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as being helped upstairs by Kimberly. I

oday. My parents, gentle and

ing towards Domenic, hitting him squarely in the chest. He clutched h

g-gho

rie aura. She wore a blood-red dress, her eyes glaring with

t Domenic and gav

iately clung

n't be so scared. That's m

evealing a ten-year-old girl with rosy cheeks

. "Big sister, you're finally

ndedly licking her lips. I quickly pinched h

to comfort her. "Are you hungry?

hin. "Hmph, who want