My appetite’s been out of control forever.
Food, drugs, sex – I craved it. The last malefaction paid for the
others. Drugs defeated damage done by food binges. Looking at me, you
wouldn’t have known I was hollow, empty space waiting to be filled.
He understood. “You’re a bundle of addiction, but I’ve got something better.”
“Wassat?”
“Murder.” Such evil from an angel’s mouth.
Damned
if he wasn’t right. I know the crafty fucker is using me, but it
gratifies in ways the drugs never did. When I figure out his endgame,
Heaven’s fallen moves to the top of my list.
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