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It didn't take long until Patrick was having a three way with the two women in his bed — he had set up a film camera to record the act and to rewatch it later to see how fit he was. Beatrice sat outside the room but she could hear Patrick's muffled voice ordering the women to do things along with moaning. It was starting to get boring for her — so she got up and walked over to the fridge and pulled out the severed head.

It was a blonde woman, very pretty, frozen in terror. Beatrice turned on the stove and pulled out a pan — as if she was preparing an ordinary meal — she let the head thaw as she put oil on the pan before pulling out a steak knife and fork — walking back over to the head, Beatrice began to cut off bits and pieces of the woman's face including bits of her cheeks and mouth along with scooping out the woman's eyes which she ate right there, chewing on them causing a slight popping sound.

Placing the other pieces of flesh onto the pan, they sizzled. Beatrice let them sit as she put the head back in the fridge — she pull various spices on the flesh before finally turning the stove off and putting it on a plate. Grabbing a new fork, Beatrice went and sat at the kitchen counter with her meal. She stared at it, the sound of moaning still audible, before she began to eat — eating this poor woman's flesh who she had never seen before for what reason? Just for her own sadistic pleasure.

The flesh was chewy but delicious, filling her stomach — she didn't feel hunger anymore. Cleaning up after herself — she made the kitchen look untouched as if no one had even stepped in it. Minutes turned to hours and finally Sabrina and Christie walked out — battered and bruised. Beatrice lifted a brow and she watched them scramble their things together. Patrick was untouched and wearing a robe — he handed both women their money and watched them walk out before he closed the door behind them.

He turned and looked at Beatrice, he smirked — trying to see if she was jealous — Beatrice had a blank look on her face as she went to get up, "Well, I guess I'll leave too." Patrick faltered, he became angry, "Why?" She looked at him, "You have no use for me." Patrick's smile came back, "Oh yes I do."

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The next day, Beatrice woke up in Patrick's bed, sore as ever — Patrick had already gotten up. Beatrice got up as well and got dressed before going into the kitchen, Patrick wasn't there either — until he walked out of the bathroom. "Good morning." He said making Beatrice look at him, she grinned, "Good morning." Patrick was fully nude as he walked over to her before he began to kiss her — "Ugh, morning breath." He said disgusted but continued kissing her. Lifting her onto the kitchen counter, Beatrice spread her legs to make room for him.

Patrick opened a drawer as they continued kissing — he grabbed hold of a cleaver before he pulled away from her. "I want to see what your insides look like." Beatrice laid down on the counter — she grinned with her eyes wide — "Go ahead."

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The next day, Patrick and Beatrice went back to where they first found Christie. Patrick looked same as always while Beatrice seemed to look worse — she kept her eyes wide open. They were both in Paul's limo, Patrick rolled the window down and Christie looked terrified, "I can't tonight. I had to go to the hospital... they said I broke a rib." She explained with a tearful look before she went to walk away — Patrick whistled at her and held up even more money than before, Christie got back in the limo.

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This time they all went to Paul Allen's apartment. Patrick ordered for Sabrina again and she showed up reluctantly — only coming in when Patrick gave her money. Beatrice sat in the room this time and watched the three way — she picked at her once manicured nails, fidgeting at the fact that she could see Patrick's dick going in and out of Sabrina's wet cunt. Christie laid next to the two and played with herself — lazily and without a pleasurable look on her face.

Beatrice noticed this but did nothing — she itched at her legs and arms — feeling like something wanted to get out. Patrick pulled out and pointed at Christie, "Let Sabrina eat your pussy out." Sabrina went and laid down and Christie got on top of her, she began to ride her mouth — moaning as she did. Beatrice looked at Patrick and he looked at her with a dark expression. It wasn't until he pulled out the knife that she realized what he began to do.

He began to gut Sabrina as Christie unknowingly suffocated her as she pressed down harder on her face — getting closer cumming. It wasn't until Patrick was playing with Sabrina's guts that Christie came — she looked at Beatrice who grinned at her before pointing at Patrick. "Oh my god!" She exclaimed as she quickly got off of Sabrina and went to run. Patrick pounced on top of her as Beatrice walked out of the room. Patrick was covered in blood as he grabbed Christie's leg and bit it, tearing the skin with his teeth. She screamed before kicking him with her other leg — she got up and ran out before hearing the revving of a chainsaw that Beatrice found.

Patrick followed after her — yanking the chainsaw from Beatrice who stared him — it wasn't until a loud bang was heard that Beatrice knew he had killed Christie. Patrick screamed how much of a slut and bitch she was in the stairwell as he spat down at her corpse. Beatrice felt herself begin to die as she smoothed her hair back — it felt like the walls were breathing around her before she sat down on the floor, her eyes went to Sabrina's corpse which seemed to be staring at her.

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