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Fedeltà #207


Despite her somewhat savoury hors d'oeuvre, Sofia was wide awake and hungry. With Paolo sleeping soundly, she went in search of food. She would rejoin him later.

She wandered into his small kitchenette, looked around for something, anything to eat. Opening the fridge door she saw very little, except a couple of small pork pies and something wrapped in clingfilm, a very small piece of cheese maybe. She chose what she thought was cheese.

It was a human finger of about two inches long, severed below the second knuckle. She stifled a reaction, realising she'd stumbled upon something rather dangerous.

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