Chapter 02

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Liv's POV

"Wow, do you really think I'm hot enough to be a slut?"

"Aww, thanks!"

"Hi, I'm a slut (hello) Do what I want, I don't give a fuck (nope)!"

"Post a titty, make a simp nut (oops) Proud bitch, I smile when I suck (yeah)! Hi, I'm a slut (the biggest) Do what I want, I don't give a fuck!"

"Doesn't matter if your dick's cut (nice) Always swallow, I heard it's good luck (mmm) Hi, I'm a giant whore (yup)! Got boys and girls always at my door (knock-knock, skank!) Fuck everyone 'til I'm sore (ouch) Threesome, foursome, or more (messy) Yeah, I'm a world-class hoe (yeah)!"

"Get dicked down everywhere I go (okay) I like it fast, like it slow, and I always got that post-nut glow (wow)!"

"1, 2, 3, 4, I wanna be a whore 5, 6, 7, 8, call me a slut, it feels great 1, 2, 3, 4, I wanna be a whore 5, 6, 7, 8, I like my pussy ate!"

"Hi, I'm a slut (yeah) Do what I want, I don't give a fuck (nope) Post a titty, make a simp nut (oops) Proud bitch, I smile when I suck (yup)!"

"Hi, I'm a slut! Do what I want, I don't give a fuck (big skank) Doesn't matter if your dick's cut (nope-) Always swallow, I heard it's good luck (okay)!" I belted out lyrics from the NSFW Spotify playlist as I slightly shook my ass while I was working.

This song is called I'm a slut by Mariko and I love it!

I was currently disemboweling the corpse of an old woman that I cut open- Yeah, that sounds wrong out of context. I work at the morgue as a mortuary assistant, it's good because it gives me access to dead bodies which I can eat (but don't really like to) and it stops me from becoming a hangry zombie.

The old lady before me died of natural causes, old age, so I was just 'double checking' to make sure that was all. I'd stitch her up and send her body to the funeral home and snag a few organs for myself.

Gruesome and disturbing, but hey you won't like me when I'm hungry.

I wasn't concerned about what my colleagues would think because I broke them after two weeks and now that were used to my behavior.

I wasn't concerned about what my colleagues would think because I broke them after two weeks and now that were used to my behavior

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Out of the corner of my eye I saw my co-worker/classmate Ravi or Robbie as he likes to be called... he's got some issues with his parents.

Religious issues...and gay issues.

Think gay atheist son vs devout Christian parents.

His paternal grandparents migrated to the US from India for work and invited his maternal grandparents to join them when they were struggling. His parents married straight out of high school and had him only to be disappointed in what he's become.

I don't understand it, and I don't want to. Robbie is my best friend and he's perfect just the way he is. He knows everything about me and I know everything about him. He's the only one who knows my secret and he's cool with it.

Robbie suddenly looks up (probably because I had stopped singing) and gestures for us to take a break. I agree and we step to the sink and start cleaning up. As soon as I remove my earbuds he asks "Wanna tell me how you really feel about Bella moving back? Or do you just want Chinese food and black and white horror movies?"

I look at him and smile before saying "Both" he smiles back and says "Both it is then."

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