DANID
ani spread the coarse sea salt over the filet mignon and massaged the granules with her fingertips, Violet watching at her side. What was it about the feel of flesh, the smell of blood? Earthy iron and minerals. Her mouth watered at the trickle of pink juice gathering on the wax paper under the meat. At the end of the day, they were all animals, weren’t they? And animals must be fed. She thought again of Sasha’s weakness. Appetite was labeled as unattractive in a woman, wasn’t it? “Here.” Dani handed the ceramic ramekin of salt to Violet.
Studious, ever serious Violet carefully pinched some crystals between her fingers, then sprinkled them over her steak.
“You can add a little more,” Dani suggested, to which Violet complied, hesitating to touch the flesh. “You can’t hurt it.”
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