I tasted my own savory flavor. It was a bizarre image; my thoughts showed me naked, standing before my own roasted body and eating myself. I came hard. A loud cry, a wet gush. Exhausted, I sank back deep into the soft, sweat-dampened blanket. I looked at my sweaty body, wet and glistening. It could have been cooking oil. How could I ever escape this dark passion? I felt trapped between lust and death.