Trashed

“Your brain is sexy,” she purred, as she was devouring every thought from my mind, leaving me unable to respond. I turned my eyes upward to watch as she picked up the last morsel and slipped it into her mouth, leaving my skull empty.
She smiled at me briefly, without affection, and picked up my severed head. Having no more use for it she stuffed it into a plastic bag, making sure to force it all the way in with her desire to be rid of the remnants of her want. She took the bag with my head in it and threw it in the green garbage can by the curb, where my body had already been placed, to be taken away with the rest of trash.

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