The Cannibal's Revenge

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s temples, my voice

ather. Look, ever since you came to my

oked down

ived, he had put on quite a bit of weight. He loo

ll her cooking. Lisette, you better

ing, "I'm not your dad,

nd was grabbed tightly. Dome

e for being fat, I'l

words didn't so

t when he dragged me into the house, his expression col

was indeed the m

ntence reduced because he was diagnosed

t alley. He forgot how the girl he was set up with, in the p

ember, I'll mak

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ivering in the middle

nd to touch it, something soft slipped thr

hat is

hair. From the ceiling hung a woman's head, staring at him with a smile. The hair dangled down, moving li

he finally saw the woman's face clearly, his e

Don't come after m

as shrill as a

the bedside

ght dispelled

s bed. "Did you

ll touching his neck, unable to shake off the terro

p! I just dre

asked, "Wh

gaze, Domenic hurriedl

me, deceived me, and fra

ed? F

Kimberly. Her precious son was alway

ed my sides, completely unrestrained. Domenic was startled by my u

hat's wrong

nda's pale face was

dinner with Yolanda, she was twenty-fou

d dollars in his hand, he invited her to a barbecue place he had been wanting to try for a long

was a rare luxury. Domenic felt he was t

s expensive dress, and the smoke ruined her delic

rds, let her lead the conversation. The atmosp

ionally manipulative mother, he had n

lk her home. In the alley, Yolanda confessed, "I

ldn't refuse to meet you. Let's s

, a dark look crossing his face. The next second, he grabbed Yola