"Human cannibalism", "cannibalism", and "being eaten", also known as "edible sexual excitement" (Vorarephilia) in psychology, refer to some people who are sexually excited about the fantasy of cannibalism or being eaten. Culturally and morally, "Vorarephilia" is one of the most taboo and perverted of the many paraphilia (other examples include necrophilia, fetishism, zoophilia, etc.). One of the more well-known sites is The Cannibal Cafe Forum, http://web.archive.org/web/20020805154156/www.necrobabes.org/perroloco/forum/ccforum.html. (I don't know if it can be opened in China...) Anyway, the author Jun didn't explore this site in depth)

In this respect, Madrigal is a little different from the people mentioned above. Madrigal doesn't have any sexual excitement about cannibalism, which is just to satisfy physical needs. When it comes to survival and moral choices, Madrigal chooses to survive without hesitation—no matter how humble and dirty it is.

The candles in front of the windowsill were burning slowly, and the room was filled with the smell of lavender.

The pastoral has clear eyes and a face filled with a divine expression similar to that of Christians worshipping God in worship. Even though it was a murder that seemed disgusting and cruel to outsiders, in Pastoral's heart, it was a tribute to the teacher who taught him how to survive in the world!

Parikt was still struggling. Ropes sunk tightly into Parikot's muscles, causing patches of red to appear on his white skin. Bands of veins appeared on his neck, and his voice was temporarily hoarse from the violent roar for a while.

Madrigal slowly put on a set of disposable simple protective suits, wrapped the floors, walls, tables and chairs around Parikot in plastic sheeting, and then placed a plastic basin under Parikot's head.

"Please, you don't have to!!"

Parikt pleaded.

"But I do have a reason why I have to do this~" Madrigal walked up to Parist with a towel on his left and right and a scalpel in his right hand. Patrickt's eyes reflected the figure of the madrigal.

He felt his whole body tremble violently, a sign of the rush of adrenaline. Not because of anger, but because of fear of the unknown that is about to happen. A whimper sounded in Patrick's hoarse throat, like a cow or sheep about to be sent to the slaughterhouse, and tears of predetermined fate flowed from the corners of his eyes.

Madrigal wet the towel and carefully wiped Patrick's face. He didn't want the slightest filth to tarnish this sacred moment.

"I'm not a Christian, so I don't believe in their all-knowing and all-powerful God. But one cannot live without faith, and the soul without faith is like a muddled walking dead with no purpose. ”

Madrigal shoved the towel into Parikot's mouth, which made Parikt's whimper even deeper.

"As much as I love my teachers, I'm not a psychopath... Well, at least not in terms of cannibalism, is no different from ordinary people. Maybe this is fate, in this world, I finally have the opportunity to offer my highest respect to the person who changed my life little by little!"

He rotated the device supporting Parikt clockwise, so that Parikt went from 180 degrees to almost 180 degrees vertical.

Madrigal placed her left hand over Parist's eyes and gently comforted him, like a mother coaxing a baby to sleep.

"Click~~~"

The scalpel in his right hand slashed steadily and quickly across Parikett's neck.

Blood burst out like a fountain in an instant.

On the plastic paper on the floor, the red streams gradually converge into the ocean.

Madrigal soothed the demons in her body, quietly waiting for the twitching Parikt to drain the blood in her body.

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Cutting out all the fleshy parts that were considered superior in Madrigal's opinion, stripping away the heart, discarding the other internal organs that Madrigal thought should have been turned into defective products due to excessive drinking, and cleaning all traces, Madrigal finally breathed a sigh of relief.

In order to eat a meal and so much trouble in the pastoral view is very cost-effective, after reflection, the main reason is that the supply source is not right, resulting in most of the goods can only be abandoned, next time you need to choose exquisite goods.

Madrigal took out a 12-ounce piece of boneless meat from the freezer and prepared it for today's dinner.

"Are you a chef?"

A male voice suddenly remembered in Madrigal's head, which made his hand pause.

"Who are you?"

Pastoral asked inwardly.

"Hey, I'm not scared, it seems that I have experience. There was a hint of surprise in the male voice. "My name is Henry Morgan, and I'm really excited to have another member of our community. ”

What a familiar name...

Madrigal frowned.

"Are you going to make a steak? How do you feel like this steak is a little weird... ”

Madrigal looked away and said, "Can you feel the steak through my body?"

"Hey, after you say that, I can't feel the outside world through your sensory organs!!" Henry was visibly shocked, unlike his usual experience of synaesthesia with other members.

Madrigal breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm not a chef, I'm an intern. Now I'm ready to make Willington steak. ”

Madrigal clearly heard Henry's saliva.

(PS: The author first tried to test the bottom line of the mother, if he wrote a lot of detailed processes, he was 404=.) =

This year, the temperature in Texas has reached zero degrees, but fortunately there is no New Year's Eve in New York, otherwise I feel like I can't fly back... ）