Charlotte tried lifting the gutted Fredrick upon the kitchen island

Charlotte tried lifting the gutted Fredrick upon the kitchen island. Even with fewer organs he was still heavy. Charlotte stood straight up. "I can't" Grady growled. He pushed her aside and hurled the man upon the counter, grabbing the knife and shoving it into Charlotte's petite hands. "Here." She stepped towards the carcass. Charlotte clenched her eyes shut and dug, so deep inside of the dead Fredrick. She pulled a fist full of the organs out and slapped it upon the cutting board. "More." His lips were right upon her ear. She did not even feel his presence before now. "More." Again she dug her hands deep, fisting another clump and dragging it out of the carcass of her old friend. She reached for the knife to chop the carcass. He grabbed tightly to her wrist, stopping her from touching the knife. His grip was so focused and cold that it shook her whole being. Then and there, she realized just how close he was from behind her he was. "Please, I am hungry, more." She returned to the unharvested meat inside of Fredrick. "More." Charlotte complied, digging her hand back into the bloody mass with a sudden force had her pinned to the counter, his head over her left shoulder, as she dug deeper, his hand traveled down her arm, his frost bitten fingers scratching her down her forearm, his hands stopped around her own hands. He guided her into the carcass, forcing her to squeeze the internal works of Fredrick. He mind went numb from fear. With his apposing hand, he wrapped his long cold blackened fingers around her throat forcing her head up towards the ceiling. Grady turned his head only a fraction and ran his tongue up her neck. His saliva hot and sticky. Gurgling noises erupted from his throat. "I am terribly hungry." He managed to chortle out through his heavy breathing. "Very, very hungry" He kept on. She could feel everything, his gaunt bony figure pressed up against her slim but healthy figure. His lips, so chapped and ruff forced up against her neck, and from his lips was his hot breathe moistening her skin every time he exhaled, and hands that were wrapped around her guiding her, either into ecstasy or into the carcass. Grady grunted softly into her ear as he slipped his fingers through hers, forcing her to squeeze the intestines harder. It hurt. The strength in his hands was near painful. "I think we have enough meat now." Charlotte gasped, stating what seemed to be true for any kind of stir fry including human stir fries. Grady with a strong force pressed her harder against the counter. "No, I want more, much more." She stuck her hand back in and followed again guiding her inside of the deceased carcass. Grady then began to move repeatedly, grinding his hips against her backside. He groaned audibly into her ear. Charlotte couldn't help but groan back as much as she disliked what was happening at the current moment. She felt his hand leave her neck and travel down her breast, and side, down her hip, and looping around the rim of her pants. She knew what was to come and with that he had ripped her pants down and some how got out and into her. He pushed hard, with that came a scream, not from him but from her. Again he shoved himself into her, sending her body tight, her back arching, causing her to lay head in the crook of his shoulder. His fingers straddling her hips, pulling her onto him, Grady just for a second almost seemed human. He let go for a moment, to grab onto the counter for support, Charlotte found that moment to scurry across the counter to escape. Within a fraction of a second she was pulled back by the ankles, she looked over her back to see Grady bent over her with malice in his eyes, his shoulders hunched over with his hands on each side of her body. His elbows were straight and rigid. As she turned over, to erase his eyes of that malice, she locked lips with him, sending them into a spiral. As much as his skin was cold, the inside of his mouth was different, his long tongue moist, as if it were a dance, his hands held her head tightly. With a jolt, Charlotte screamed into his mouth with pleasure that was in result by the re-entry. With each jolting movement came a sudden outburst of grunts and screams. Charlotte dug into his shoulders scratching away at his back making him scoff and choke. It began to hurt, the pleasure overwhelming, and then it begun to relax into a slow repetitious movements, that was heavy and grinded into her like nothing she ever experienced before. It seemed to ease the both of them.