Confessions
Chapter 13: The Specimen
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By M. Pennanti
I left the restroom and tried to
reconcile the disparity between how I felt physically and
emotionally. Emotionally I was drained and exhausted, but physically
I felt amazing. The air tasted sweeter, colors were more vivid, and
everything seemed oversaturated and enhanced. It was almost enough to
help me ignore the fact that I was walking through a charnel house.
I didn't know how to process all of the
death around me and

Confessions
Chapter 12: Strategic Surrender
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By M. Pennanti
I had no idea when I came back to
myself. Time had passed and Victor was gone. Used up. If eating
Cassie had been like chugging an energy drink, devouring Victor was
like getting one of those Iron Man reactor cores in your chest. My
body was electric, but not shaky. I did some stretches and tested my
balance. It felt like I was heavier, but each motion was smooth and
precise. A girl could get used to this.
I walk

Confessions
Chapter 11: Operating Level 5
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By M. Pennanti
I stalked through the corridors like a
demon of vengeance until I reached the Overseer's office. Nobody
tried to stop me. One of the guards looked like he wanted to say
something when I had first emerged from the cell that Cassie had
occupied, but his comrades had kept him out of my way. Smart friends.
My rage carried me into her office
unannounced and cooled only slightly when I was granted the full
force of her fr

Confessions
Chapter 10: Consequences
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By M. Pennanti
I ran into the cell and gave Cassie a
hug, causing her to almost spill the paper coffee cup she was
clutching. "Cassie! I heard you had been captured. I'm so sorry
for putting you in danger. I shouldn't have let us get separated. Are
you all right?"
She awkwardly patted the top of my
head. "I'm fine. Well, I mean I'm not hurt, but I think I'm in a
lot of trouble, Alex."
I let go and stepped back, lookin

Confessions
Chapter 9: Spy Games
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By M. Pennanti
The world hadn't ended since I ate
Travis. It only felt like it. In fact, the world was oblivious to his
passing, which pissed me off. I ate a coworker and everyone
who expressed any concern at all asked if I was okay. Granted, none
of them knew that he was innocent rather than being a scumbag
traitor.
"We've discovered a considerable
amount of evidence against Agent Dubanowski. It's alarming that he
was able to evade our pro

Confessions
Chapter 8: Loss
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By M. Pennanti
I needed to fuck somebody. Not make
love to, not have sex with; fuck. Hard and rough "let this day
be finally over" fucking. All my fear and frustration had
transmuted into a deep throbbing ache in my pussy. Eating people is
usually fun and easy because I am so goddamned good at it. I had
planned to leisurely digest Henry White while masturbating and
thinking of Travis. Afterwards I could have napped in my office with
the blinds c

Confessions
Chapter 7: Sacrifice
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By M. Pennanti
"She took this glorious right hook
in the nose." I mimed the punch for Liz to see, "And the
whole time she's just standing there dripping blood, like someone
told her she's not homecoming queen this year."
Liz chuckled and shook her head.
"Rookies. That reminds me of this one newly minted Confidant. Oh
she thought she was hot stuff, strutting around like she owned the
building. The girl thought she could ea

Confessions
Chapter 6: Troublesome Meal
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By M. Pennanti
Any stress that I felt from flying
coach back home had been entirely negated by the bounce in my step
after getting laid. Travis may not have been a James Bond, but there
was just something about men who looked good in a suit. I sighed in
fond memory and was almost able to ignore the fact it was Monday.
Hating Monday is almost a religion
amongst office workers, but for me it had nothing to do with missing
the weekend.

Confessions
Chapter 5: Business Travel
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By M. Pennanti
"You don't look good, sweetie."
Liz looked at me with motherly concern in her face while she fiddled
with the cross on her necklace.
Elizabeth Hainsworth had soft, rounded
features and a gentle demeanor that was entirely at odds with her
sharp piercing eyes. She was the kind of person who could easily fade
into the background in daily life, which I suppose is why she was so
successful in Ops. Her reputation in

Confessions
Chapter 4: Special Assignment
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By M. Pennanti
"You are such a cockblocker."
Cassie scowled at me as we walked towards the elevator. "I was
having terrible luck last night and when I finally found someone you
scared him off."
I didn't quite roll my eyes. "I am
your mentor, Cassie. That means if you eat some hick in a bar, it's
my ass on the line with the Overseer."
Cassie shivered, the pout in her voice
draining away. "She is

Confessions
Chapter 3: New Blood
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By M. Pennanti
Eating people isn't the hardest part of
my job. I like eating people and I'm really good at it. No, the
hardest thing for me to deal with is new employees.
"So, what's the first time like?
Does it hurt a lot? Oh wow listen to me, I'm like a freshman asking
about sex."
I looked up at Cassie Summers. Only 19
years old but already two heads taller than me, she was a vision of
rural beauty from the flyover states. She was bl

Confessions
Chapter 2: The Other Kind of Job
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By M. Pennanti
Rick Hicks appeared to be as ugly and
stupid as his name. He was a giant ham of a man, as wide as he was
tall. Though he looked to have considerable muscle, it was buried
under an armor of dense flab. His face and neck were covered in
tattoos and his eyes were small and beady. Even his nose was
pig-like, wide like the rest of him. A real charmer.
He whistled at me when I entered the
cell, his doughy face contor

Confessions
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By M. Pennanti
F/M, Soft
"So you're here to eat me, is that
it? To make me comply." The man looked up at me, defiance in his
stiff posture and narrowed dark eyes.

I gave him my second most charming
smile, the one that makes me look harmless and shows little teeth.
It's easy for me to seem unthreatening since I'm short for a woman.
Actually, everything about me is short. My hair is short, my nails
are short, even the length of my dress. Especially the length of