“The fuck?” you say as you cross the police tape outside of your front door. Are you allowed to cross that? I think you are if you live there. You open up the front door and see Nicole in her usual pajamas sitting at the kitchen table with a smirk on her face.

“Hey sweetie.” Nicole greets you, both hands wrapped around a late night cup of hot tea. What time is it anyway? It’s got to be pretty late now. You must admit that you always look Nicole over when she’s in her pajamas. A grey tank-top shows off her petit chest and bare, slender arms, while her pastel plaid pajama pants seem to always catch your eye… especially when you’re looking at her from behind. She gives you a sharp look with her big blue eyes, as if to say “excuse me, I’m up here.” You regroup and focus back on her face; her straightened blonde hair, Semitic nose and those jewels of eyes. Okay, so maybe you like Nicole as more than just a friend.

“What… what the hell happened here?” You gesture towards the tape at the front door.

“I’m sooo glad you asked.” She says, her grin only growing wider. “You remember that guy Laeti was having over tonight?”

“Oh God.” You say. “What gross thing did she do to him?” Recently Laetitia had become increasingly cruel to her prey, often torturing them to the point where they begged for a quick death. Or using that ass of hers to anal vore them and mangling their bodies in her intestines before returning their disgusting corpses to a public place. She was quickly gaining a reputation as one of the scariest girls on campus.

“Better.” Nicole said. “It’s more what he did to her.”

“No way.” You say. You’d heard of this, but didn’t think it was possible.

“Go check out her room.” Nicole pointed down the hallway to Laetitia’s door, which also had police tape over it. Could this really have happened? You walk to the door and open it cautiously, taking a peek at the gruesome sight within.

There on the bed in the room was Laetitia’s skeleton, completely stripped of all of its flesh and features, the skeleton and entire room absolutely drenched in semen. It was one of the most disgusting messes you’d ever seen, and there at the epicenter your deceased roommate. You hear Nicole giggling.

“Isn’t it great?” She asked. “Stupid bitch finally got what she deserved.” You nod your head, shocked. You’d heard myths about cock vore, but you’d assumed it was just something that had been made up to scare overactive vorers.

“What’s going to happen to him?” You ask. Voring a female was, of course, a very serious offense, especially if done by a man.

“They’ve already caught him.” Nicole said. “I can’t imagine what they’re going to do to him. Whatever it is, I’m sure it’s sicker than whatever Laeti had in store for him.”

“You never know…” you say. Laetitia had a pretty sick imagination. Nicole got up from the table and now stood next to you as you closed the door on the crime scene.

“By the way,” Nicole said, hands behind her back, beaming at you with a smile, “there’s something waiting for you in your room too.” You look back at her hesitantly and then look at the door to your room. Should you even want to know what’s behind that door?