He watched her as she watched the screen. She squealed and squirmed as blood and intestines poured out of the deep cut on the main character's stomach.
She buried her head in his shoulder. He loved the warm feel of her cheek there.
He looked down at her to see that she had her head turned so that she could see the screen out of one eye.
He was amazed at the look on her face. Not fear. Not revulsion.
Hunger.
It turned to lust as she gazed at him. He was afraid, so he did the only thing he could do.
He kissed her.
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