I suppose it took a lot for me to realize exactly what was wrong with my... methods. Anne was truly my entire world, ever since... nevermind that.
If it is any consolation, Anne is here with me. My Anne. And Annette is out there, living her life. This was the best way for things to go, I suppose...
I will answer questions for as long as I am asked.
Dr Lambert, is there any professions in your world that have to abstain from vore or simply have restrictions on when they are permitted to utilize it?
Also was there ever a patient you had, who was not needed for your Anne project or was from a time before it began, who was mouthwateringly delicious looking but you couldn't devour as you had a job to do, did fate ever give you a chance to get them as your prey and is there anyone out there you despise who has evaded the deserved fate of a painful stewing in your beautiful tummy?
Generally speaking, vore isn't very restricted. At least in my time. People have ended up inside preds since... well, since we started to record our history. There are even cave paintings of successful pred hunts...
As a medical practitioner, I'm technically not allowed to eat my patients. Of course, my vows mean nothing compared to the Project. Speaking of which... there was this one boy who stopped by. I believe it was for one of Mika's parties. He ended up completely wasted, twisting his ankle trying to do a somersault... a truly foolish boy. I gave him medical attention, of course. He was...
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...God, he was tantalizing. He went on his way, though. Never saw him again.
I wonder who got him before I could...?
Maybe he is still out there, wishing you luck on it, you deserve a delightful treat Dr Lambert, especially if they get you so excited as a predator for them to be in your belly~ It's quite interesting that people just generally accept there is every risk of being eaten when they go for job interviews or such, I suppose in that case the goal becomes to aim for who you wouldn't mind ending up part of if you can't be an apex. I suppose that you never mentioned enemies is to say no one who has earned your ire has ever gotten away with it, it does make me wonder though how it makes you feel, as a predatory lady, knowing so many are willing to assist you with your projects or simply be well behaved prey to improve your mood...also makes me wonder, what your 'prey type' is as in, what features or factors make you want someone as prey even more, i hope that isn't too forward to ask you~
Ah, my mother... her name was Dahlia Allard. She was a very successful woman. She's responsible for the Lambert family fortune... let me think.
Dahlia was a doctor, just like me. She worked in a hospital in Paris. She met my father when he had an accident while working a mine in the Nord-Pas-de-Calais basin... They fell for each other very quickly, and I ended up coming into the picture before they had even married.
My mother raised me to be a doctor like her. My people skills were a bit better than hers, so I made good connections when I was very young.
Dahlia stuck to her vows of never devouring her patients, but she certainly wasn't a saint. If a lady looked at my father the wrong way, they'd end up... I'm sure you know where. I developed my enjoyment of prey elsewhere, though. In college. At a party.
I'll include a photograph I kept from her with this letter.
I apologize for jumping in on this question, but I do must say that it does like you take after your mother well, both in occupation and in beauty.
I agree. You and your mother are simply rare gems. Thank you for sharing a bit of your past.
