The documents spoke of the cloning process in cold, clinical terms, detailing how
they were engineered to have a specific taste profile and texture. The rich and
powerful men who could afford such a delicacy had refined palates, and the meat
from these girls was a delicacy beyond compare. The notion of being consumed, of
her very essence being enjoyed by another, was both repulsive and oddly alluring to
Lila.

Her eyes glazed over as she stared at the screen, the images of the roasted muscular
women sending a jolt of electricity through her. Her hand moved more vigorously
against her clit, the friction sending waves of pleasure rippling through her body. The
room felt like it was spinning around her, the walls closing in as she imagined herself
in the place of the girls on the screen. The idea of being displayed so openly, so
vulnerably, was terrifying and yet, she couldn't deny the excitement it brought her.

The images grew more explicit as she scrolled further down, showing the girls in
various stages of undress, their bodies contorted in poses that highlighted their
powerful physiques. Some were bound, others were free, all of them seemingly
unfazed by the camera's intrusive gaze. Lila's breath hitched as she recognized a pose
that mirrored her own, the girl's hand buried in her crotch, her fingers moving in the
same rhythmic pattern. It was as if she was watching a twisted version of herself, one
that knew no limits or shame.

Her own hand slid under her jeans, the fabric of her panties damp with anticipation.
Her fingertips danced over her swollen clit, mimicking the movements on the screen.
The sensation was electric, a heady mix of fear and arousal that she had never felt
before. Her eyes were glued to the images, her mind racing with the realization that
the research her father was involved in was not just about science, but about a
perverse form of art that involved the consumption of human flesh.

The images grew more gruesome, showing the girls in various stages of slaughter,
their bodies contorted in their final moments of life. The sight of blood and meat
should have repulsed her, but instead, it only served to heighten her arousal. She
couldn't tear her eyes away from the screen, the horror and the eroticism intertwining
in a dance that made her pulse race and her breath come in short, sharp gasps.