Using the back of the boy's shirt to wash his blood and shit off your cock you half carry/drag the dead body toward the row of bins in the basement.
There is selection of recycling bins for glass, paper, plastic but while you were considering which one to put the boy in a girl steps out of the shadows.
"Is that Kevin?" The girl is another of your neighbours who you know shares an appartment with a couple of other students.
You tilt the boy's face up into the light, recognising the boy but the girl, who your reactivating brain cells remember is called Ursula, looks at his bloody hair and his torn up ass.
"Was Kevin still alive when you fucked him or had you already eaten his brains.
The girl gives you space to toss Kevin's corpse into the food waste bin, taking care not to get any gore on her pastel coloured sweater or pale chinos.
"Do you always fuck your meals?" The girl was certainly full of questions but you really weren't in the mood to get into a discussion with a College student.
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