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The body was more or less untouched, the only trace of violence was the bruises around their neck. I caused those bruises, and I'm okay with that. At first, I placed their body in an arm chair, where they laze about as if their were alive albeit tired.

I honestly just threw them on the chair because I didn't know what else to do. I had never taken another persons life until then, and I was calm but still naive, unaware of how to dispose of a corpse.

While I was fucking around, avoiding responsibility, and I became hungry. I left my cold guest sitting at the kitchen table while I made my way to the fridge.

I didn't have much. I didn't want borderline spoiled milk with stale cereal, nor did I feel like boiling pasta while a cadaver watched me.

The fridge closed and I got an idea. I had spices in the cabinet, a saw in the garage and a large source of meat with no purpose sitting at my table.

I had gotten an idea to solve both my problems. I has able to eat and solve everything.