The police stopped at the door of the bungalow on the secluded beach in Burbank, turned their faces away in horror. Some, hardened men who'd seen the worst the world had to offer, vomited on the travertine.
Ashley, the Bachelorette, looked up from the pile of appendages and ribcages, her maw smeared red. "Oh, hi!" she said with a smile.
The detective, holding up his badge and gun said, "You weren't who we were expecting."
Ashley began to cry. "No one wants me."
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