No permission is granted, actual or implied, to reproduce a modifiedversion of this story, in whole or in part, without the express consentof the auth...r.Warning: This story is intended for mature adults only. Donot continue to read unless you enjoy reading snuff stories. This storyis purely fictional and contains consensual m/f snuff and cannibalism.----Emily was a pretty brunette in her early twenties. She was sexuallyvery experienced, having started at a very early age and tried. Everything in his condominium overlooking Connecticut Avenue spoke of good taste and a good income.When Emily looked at pictures framed on the walls, she said, "I recognize several reproductions from the National Art Gallery. The others are original." She walked over to one his book shelves. "These are impressive titles," she said, "The books have obviously been read." She picked out one book, opened it and read, "The Poetic Edda, translated from the Icelandic with an introduction and notes by. "Great Mufeto," I asked. "May I ask a question?"He laughed. "Oh, when we're alone like this, just call me Khatib. I'll tell you a secret. I'm an honorary member of Security. Isn't that right, Fadil?"Fadil looked up from his laptop, gave one snorting laugh, and then went back to his work.I would not have been more stunned if a giant pterodactyl had magically appeared outside my window and seized our jet in its massive beak. A CL-12 treating Royalty like this?! Was Fadil insane?! What was going. I hear leaves rustling nearby and it takes all my will not to look and see who was coming up behind me; footsteps steady with purpose. As quickly as I can I use his tie to blindfold myself before he sees me and is disappointed that I have not follow his commands. The sturdy sound of the leaves under his boots is getting very close. It stops abruptly behind the bench. My heart was races, I hear it throbbing in my own head and it is deafening. The pause and the silence other than the wind is.