"Ohhhhh GASTON!" Moaned the gay little man Lefou. "Your cock is so cold and tender, I love it!"
In the days since Gaston''s unfortunate death, Lefou had recovered the body and resorted to necrophilia to fulfill his immoral, nasty needs. The aroused abomination continued his dirty deed on the corpse over and over again every night. It was now nearing two months since Gaston breathed his last breath, and the corpse was beginning to rot like wild. Lefou tried to embalm the body to make it last longer, but it was to no avail. He couldn't get rid of Gaston no matter what though. No matter how smelly and frail Gaston's body became, Lefou continued to defile the dead. The dark circles under his eyes grew thicker and thicker every day, and the screws continued to loosen in his head the more he screwed the cadaver. It had gotten to the point where he was mentally and physically too lost to even leave his home. At first his guilty little hobby was just a dark secret, but it had consumed him and changed him for the worst.
At last, Lefou got hungry and moved on to a new form of sexual arousal: cannibalism. He would start by frying up one of Gaston's fingers that he had chopped off and sucking the skin off like a catfish, treating the finger as if it were some sort of chicken wing. While he devoured the precious meat, he would play with his flaccid little dink.
One day, somebody tried to come into Lefou's spooky house and he knew something had to be done. Even with his horrible, unnatural, abominable perversion, Lefou knew that he couldn't be discovered. He had too much dignity and he knew his name and reputation would be more soiled than it already had been over the last few months. Knowing he couldn't just ignore the knock, he let out a holler.
"Come in, make yourself at home! Ill be there in a minute!"
In walked the kind town librarian, a man who had often let Lefou as well as many of the other citizens of their small town keep their favorite books. He was a beloved, kind hearted man. "Lefou, are you alright? I've noticed that you have a few books overdue. Now I'm not one to complain, but it is unlike you to be so inactive. I've begun to worry.."
As Lefou hid in the dark corner listening to these words, the librarian came further and further into the deranged, perverse man's house. As the librarian got further away from any windows or other points of view, Lefou tightened his grip on his bloody axe.
The librarian finally opened Lefou's fridge to get a refreshment, and that is when out fell Gaston's bloody human flesh onto the poor man. He was stunned in horror, and he struggled to get up. Lefou capitalized on this opportunity and smashed him in the head with the bloody axe. He then proceeded to chop the body into little bloody pieces and he ate him all up on the spot, that way nobody could ever find evidence.
He later wrote up a suicide note and closed up all his windows, doors, and other exits. After setting his beloved Gaston's body ablaze, the fumes and the carbon monoxide caused by the gasoline made Lefou slowly fall to a painless death in his sleep.
Nobody would ever get to read the note, as the fire spread and burnt the whole house down. Nothing remained, and nobody ever had the misfortunate knowledge of Lefou and the librarian's true fate. As ruler of the town, King Beast decreed that the lot be dug up and repurposed as a meat factory.