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Table for one. - Page 33 - We could grind him up - By yummyyoungnorski - Overview
"There's a meat shredder over there in the corner. If you wanted some burgers, he looks ideal for the job."

"You know, that actually might be really good today, and it has the advantage too that I can send a little bit of him to each of his ex-girlfriends, just as a present. Don't you want to make your exes happy my morsel?"

He looks panicked at each of us, bunched up in his corner of the cage, pointing at us but with nothing to say, his jaw all the way open. I know he'll make good meat, all that muscle, all that youth, all that vitality, and I feel good about what I'm doing as I whistle for the intern.

He comes running in, only 18 and pretty delicious looking himself. His face is typical, but symmetric and good looking, with a well-proportioned nose, brown eyes, largely square shape, a few freckles but not too many and a chiseled jaw. He is of an average height, not too tall not too short, and relatively weak. He wears a lettermans jacket with a basketball on it, a grey t-shirt, boot cut jeans and red sneakers. "Do you need me sir?"

"Yes. Today you're going to learn about what you sometimes have to do to prepare the prey for consumption. Do you see that gray machine over there, with the green blinking lights?"

"Yes sir."

"No," the prey says, staring off in to space.

"That's a meat grinder. I'm sure you've noticed the prey on the table. We are going to remove the prey from the cage and shove him in to that grinder to make perfect little pink burger patties for the good lady here. Since you're helping me with the job I'll give you a cut of the earnings, say $100,000

"As you can expect, he's not going to go willingly, and he's pretty strong, stronger than you, he may even try to push you in to the grinder instead and if that happens yeah we're going to eat you, so you're going to need to focus and use all your strength to get him from here to the grinder. Can you help me do that?"

The prey is just silent, imagining himself as a burger in a bun being chewed by the lady in black.

"Yeah."

"Alright. Let's start."

You remove the handyman from the cage by his waist, and immediately, he starts jerking around all over on you. "No, no, let go of me!" He cries. He tries to hook his feet and ankles in to the bars of the cage to avoid being taken away, and the intern tickles him a bit and then pushes them through.

You pull him up and over and he kicks wildly. "Okay, now the difficult part," you say to the intern, "grab his ankles."

"Yes sir," and the ankles are grabbed. His feet still jitter from one side to the other, brushing up against each other, as he yells "stop," and violently jerks against both of you, but you keep control, and enjoy the force of something soon to be eaten.

"That's it, intern, lets just keep going..." and you continue walking towards the meat grinder as he yells "let go of me", "let me down" and "you can't do this!"

Finally he yells your favorite, just as you're right over the intake, "I'm not food!"

"Sure you're not," you say as you shove him straight in, and cries of terror turn to cries of pain, "it hurts", "awww," "it burns," "my feet", "my legs", "AAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!" and soon enough all of him down to the waist has disappeared.

"Well it's been a pleasure hunting you, I'll definitely enjoy all the money I made off of you and she'll enjoy eating your tender young self up" you say to him as he rapidly disappears.

"I'm going to get you someday, I'm going to get you," his head gets sucked in, and out the other side, delicious burger patties, perfectly pink and round, start rolling down an assembly line, one after another, on to little trays that get wrapped, barcoded and labelled "Ground Male, 26, muscular, Grade A"

"They look deliciously," she says, staring, salivating.

"I'm sure they will be."

"Tell you what," she pulls out her check, "in addition to this," hands it to you, "have one, for you and your intern."

"Why thank you, and I'm sure he'll appreciate his part of the cut."

"Thank you ma'am," the intern says, "it's been so much fun learning with you."

"You can learn a few more things from me," she says, winking, slapping him on the back and handing him a card. "Call me."

"Yes ma'am," he looks excited, and how could he not be at such a beautiful older woman taking interest in him.

A few weeks later, he did call her, and then, you never saw him again...
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