"A kiss is the beginning of cannibalism." - Georges Bataille. Jack has a, special, type of appetite; he devours kidneys. His twisted diet demands for victims, scalpels, and malevolent intuition. Stalking his prey for days on end, patience and precision is a virtue for ripping the unwilling donors apart, just before he stomachs their precious organs. On a warm, lonely night, the masked human eater is enchanted by the scent a stranger's insides give off, the odor captivating his taste buds into a savage frenzy. Finding flaws in simply ending her, Jack is intrigued when the stranger proposes an alluring proposition that demands his undivided attention. What Jack soon comes to realize is that like his appetite, there is something sick about her, and her very special kidneys...

[Sequel to What Lovely Kidneys You Have] Love is a special sort of tragedy. It breathes into your unexpecting lungs, a violent poison disguised as sweet perfume. Eyes twinkle with the brightest of soft, purple stars, a great constellation of beauty and magic. This mask of love shields you from the rest of the wreched world just long enough to gain your trust, and then it slowly slinks itself away & abandons you in a desolate waste land of misery and longing. Eyeless Jack came upon a soul - one that he's never had the likes of knowing before. She slips her way into his admiration, her lovely kidneys a magnet, but her lovely essence a lure that's hooked onto him. After making the fatal mistake of infecting her with his own brand of evil, he leaves her abandoned with a pair of cuffs slung harshly around her wrists in fear of falling madly in love. She doesn't stay gone though as the strict bond formed between them refuses to stretch any longer. And yes, there will blood. How lovely.