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As the sun rises over the London suburbs, there are the sounds of insects buzzing and birds chirping. It’s a mid-autumn day here, and the familiar light grey clouds are already blanketing the sky. All in all, a rather pleasant day in London.

“Oh fuck… Get out of my ass, you bitch! Come on, you went down my throat so happily last night, why are you putting up a fight on your way out?!”

That being said, there’s some rather less pleasant sounds coming from the bathroom of Apartment 308, Stanley Road. There’s the sound of a woman straining on her toilet, trying awkwardly to clear the blockage in her colon. Eating an entire young girl last night means that she’s now got a mountain of ‘debris’ to dump out, but her digestive system is a little bottled up with the sheer mass she needs to shift.

“Come on… We had such a good time last night, I don’t want to remember you as the girl who gave me constipation… God, this never would have happened before I turned thirty, I swear… Yes… Yes… Yes! Oh my gooood…!”

There’s the sound of a load of gas finally breaking through the obstruction on the woman’s bowels, a ringing fart that echoes off the bathroom tiles, and a moment later, the sound of something heavy splashing into the toilet.

“Oh yes… Oh yes… You feel so good on the way out… God, I hope Steph’s still asleep…”

(Chapter 10 of Moving in with a Predator coming next week.)

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