Kit Death is beautiful, unforgiving, and inevitable. Icy skin and lifeless eyes surround me in the darkness of the morgue. Illicit pleasures and cold companionship provide solace on lonely nights in the place where only the dead keep me company. I can almost hear them, their voices calling for me, luring me, taunting me from the shadows I've grown to love. This is so wrong, but I need this too much to ever stop. Content Warning Contains scenes of an extremely taboo nature, themes of death, and extreme sexual situations. NOT for the faint hearted or readers under the age of 18.