Her hands tore into the ravaged skin of the limp corpse beneath her, through one of the many puncture wounds on it's chest. 'It' was now simply a shell, where a vibrant Aphrodite once stood. Blood spilled out, brilliant red and so hot it was steaming, coating her hands and splashing onto her breasts. Bare as she was.
She ripped and ravaged, hunger
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