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Johan was busy packing up whatever was leftover while Victor cooked. It was easy for them. Vic got the brains, Johan and Alan got the blood. No one knew what went on in that funeral home after hours. Leaning in, Johan took Vicâs finger into their mouth, humming in thought. âA little more tobasco, you were right about the taste of the ash. Did her brains taste like that too? Itâs like eating charred flesh,â Johan shuddered a bit. They hated smokers about as much as they hated heroin addicts, which thankfully in this town were few and far in between. âItâs good though,â they added because they knew Victor still had moments of doubt in their cooking. âIs that heart I taste in there?â
âIt was nasty, smokers are the worst.â He leaned over, giving Johan a quick peck before turning back to his sauce. âNovember was a slow month. Firearms season starts in January, though, so itâll pick back up.â He grinned at the praise, cheeks turning faintly pink. âYeah, I wanted to get rid of as much of the meat as I could. Figured this is as good a way as any.âÂ













