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</div>The Merchant smiles gently at Ora and takes the shell eagerly.<br/>She raises her cleaver high and brings it down on the boiled girl's thigh with a rough hack, sheering off a long strip of scrumptious looking thighmeat. But something was horribly wrong. The ruddy face of the girl contorted outwards as the sudden addition of violent pain woke her up from her unconsciousness. Her eyes bulged blindly further open, and shaking from side to side as if looking, even though white cauls covered them. Her mouth opened wide and emitted a hellish scream, her tongue protruding thickly and wetly to its length. The bundled meat convulsed as it stretched upwards, reaching out and grabbing Ora by the loincloth with its warm, moist, scarlet hand, pulling it to the side as the doomed teenager made one last failed attempt at survival.<br/><br/>Perhaps she should have gone on the boil for a little longer?<br/><br/>The merchant grabs the sack of struggling girlmeat by its outstretched neck and with a few quick messy hacks roughly hews the squirming 0irl's beet red head from her body.  There is a quick squirt of steaming blood that the girl's still-beating heart pumps out her severed carotid arteries and it splashes over Ora's face and breasts. Her young head rolls across the counter top towards Ora, and she cannot help but instinctively catch it, as it tumbles into her exposed crotch. she tucks the head, still pointlessly opening and closing its mouth  to scream hard, into her nethers, then it remains still.<br/><br/>Ora can't help but muse that the last thing that poor girl must've experienced on earth was the taste of her sopping wet pussy.<br/><br/>The girls body jerks one last time and collapses with its but high in the air, still leaking sanguine fluids.<br/>""Sorry about that maam... guess she was a bit undercooked..... but ... I guess that just means she'll be nice and juicy rare."<br/>She finishes wrapping up Ora's thigh-meat, and hands it over to her...<br/>"Tell you what, you're next one's half-off."<br/><br/>In the distance she can hear Luth calling out to her, as he strides boldly towards the exit to the alleyway.<br/>"Come on Slowpoke..." He chides. "If you take all day, there won't be any time left for fucking."<br/>If only he'd not been facing back towards Ora, he might have noticed the pile of sticky bones by the exit... If only he'd been paying attention properly, he might have noticed the wiggly green sacks attached the the roofing just outside the Alley. Or the long pink tongue that slithered down to meet him.