Gluttony
Trina heard another gunshot in the distance, further down the hall. Pausing at the next door, she heard something else, something disturbing.
Slowly opening the door, crouching down, peering into another darkened room, she snuck in. Trina smelled a disgusting odor. It was blood mixed with something else. She couldn’t quite place it. Then she heard the heaving, the barfing. Scanning the room she saw another naked man, doubled over a tied woman, vomiting on her, the light of a small lamp in the corner behind him.
“Ugh. Well that’s nasty,” Trina thought to herself, shaking the image from her heard. Scanning the room she saw more women, each of them similar in one regard – they were all slightly to morbidly overweight. Then she saw the body, the source of the blood, on the floor next to the lamp.
