What ....?

A beautiful young boy, his face of porcelain, eyes of a deep, soft chocolate brown.
A woman ..he has killed.
Her neck exposed, he reaches down and rips the flesh.
He looks up to stare at me and grins.
We are ...allies?
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I look into my bowl, brown chunk of meat sits there sizzling.
I pick one up and plop it into my mouth.
It's disgusting.
My mum killed somebody and cooked him for my dinner.