Jynx had been eating for a long time. She had been... oh, maybe twelve years old when he hunger took her over, became more than just an emptiness in her stomach, but an emptiness in her soul. Only flesh could fill the new hole, could make the ache of hunger fade. Only human flesh.<br/><br/>She fed for quite a while, though her muscles remained tense from Fanya's presence. She'd only met one other cannibal in her life, a savage man who'd taken a bite out of her leg (she still had the scar) and had to be... put down. Never had she fed alongside one. It was strangely comforting, being accepted for what she was. Yet at the same time... Sue knew that what she was doing was wrong. And that what Fanya did... had done... was wrong as well.<br/><br/>She fed for about fifteen minutes before pulling back. The prostitutes hips, breasts, and thighs had been devoured almost entirely by a bloody-mouthed Jynx, who turned and dropped into her crouch, staring up at the painted woman.<br/><br/><span style="color: #ff00ff">"Thank... you..."</span>Jynx croaked, one hand on her slightly distended stomach. Her wounds were completely healed... not a crack left in her reset bones.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>