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Seraphine is holding the scalpel to my throat.

I nod. “That’s okay, but I want pink.”
Leroi chuckles. “Good choice.”

She’s like a cat that’s eaten the proverbial canary and gives no fucks that it has feathers sticking out of its jaw. At the third bite, something inside me snaps. I close the distance between us and pry the shit out of her hand. “You are not eating a cock sandwich,” I snarl. “Not in this house.”

“You’re making a sandwich?” I ask, incredulous. She nods. My stomach churns. “Why?” “They need to know I’m not afraid.” “The voices in your head?” I whisper, my pulse quickening.

She continues slicing something on the chopping board, using the precision of a sushi chef. I glance over her shoulder to see what she’s cutting, and my heart stops. It’s a severed penis.