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had been almost accidental. I had told myself it was accidental for weeks afterwards, terrified of how intense the moment had been.
    I had picked up a girl at a club, some German tourist type. I was freshly nineteen and out celebrating with some guys, which generally ended in some kind of drunken pussy following me home. Even from a young age, I seemed to have this effect on women.
    We’d snuck into a downtown warehouse party using fake ID. I’d been with some assholes I knew from high school. We’d reconnected that summer during my visit home from Harvard. I had always been popular, having had my own place and unlimited cash to throw into cab fares and drinks.
    She had been cute, small and dark with a huge smile and perfect white teeth. She had been a few years older than me, but hadn’t known how to tell me her age in English. I had guessed around twenty-five, give or take a year or two.
    We’d ended up back at my place, drinking some more, and talking some more, although I will admit, I could barely understand half of what she said with her thick accent and drunken slur.
    Naturally, we’d ended up naked in my bed, just squirming all over each other’s bodies, desperately looking for a foothold to gain some form of pleasure.
    I had finally pushed her down and started fucking her. The harder I’d fucked, the louder she’d gotten, screaming in German and god knows what other languages as I’d railed her.
    She had been magnificent, beautiful and violently orgasmic…but too fucking loud. I had cringed to think of this getting back to my parents. They were the ones who’d signed for my apartment; their reputation had been on the line.
    I’d wrapped my hand around her throat as I’d fucked her, took her breast in my mouth and lost sense of time and space and who I was. All that had been important was that she’d been quiet, making small, dry rasping sounds instead of full-bodied throaty screams.
    I’d lost all of me. I’d become all about sensation, and power, and feeling her body struggle underneath me.
    When I’d come, I’d tightened my grip on her throat and bitten down as hard as I could on her nipple. I’d felt skin give way under my teeth and her neck strain against my force. She’d tried to cry out, from the pain and fear I’m sure, she was beyond orgasm at this point, but she hadn’t been able. All she’d managed was a warm gasp as I’d filled her cunt with my seed. She’d been dead before I’d spurted my last.
    I’d fallen on top of her, her body had gone lax and her head had lolled to the side. She had been so beautiful in that moment, so utterly composed and serene I’d almost come again. I’d felt tears spring to my eyes at the poignancy of it all.
    I’d stroked her cheek and spit her nipple out of my mouth. I’d snatched it off the sheet and stroked it, a perfect little nub the size of my little finger, still attached to some bloody, jagged areola.
    Part of me had been sickened by my actions, but most of me had been fascinated and completely in control. Almost detached but already addicted to the sensation of taking a life.
    I’d lain next to her and run my hands over her cooling body until I’d known I had to get rid of her. If only I could have preserved her, taken her to a taxidermist so I could’ve pulled out her gorgeous form whenever I wanted to touch her.
    I had stood up that night, stared at her body splayed on my bed, and jerked off over her. I had needed to come again. I’d rolled her nipple in between my thumb and forefinger as I finished my frantic act.
    Overcome by a sense of urgency, I’d placed the nipple in a Ziploc bag and shoved it in the back of my freezer. I decided to research some method of preserving at least that little shred of skin after I’d disposed of her corpse. I’d needed to keep it, had to keep it.
    Thank god she had been small and I was a healthy man, I still am. I’d towered over her in life, a good foot taller and about a hundred pounds of