"You know, my treat," she says, looking in to his eyes wistfully, "I've dreamed of this day for months, finally catching you, deciding on how I will consume every ounce and inch of your delicious body, finishing you off, every last piece of you, then letting you digest in my belly. There are so many ways to do it you know."
He simply stares, eyes white with fear, backed off in the corner.
"Do you think it's concidence I caught you today?" She starts to laugh. "No, I paid this man one million dollars just to catch you and put you on a plate. He's going to make a million dollars off of me devouring you."
He's breathing heavily, and sweating.
"Oh good, you're sweating. I love it when you sweat. The smell is wonderful, and it makes you taste so good to my tongue and teeth." She licks her lips, and then opens her mouth a little, and licks her teeth, and he stares at the open maw in to which he will soon go, and the stomach beyond that which will hold him and digest him.
He looks down at himself, at his muscles, his tendons, his bones, every pound of him. He touches himself, to appreciate his own body, imagining her teeth ripping it apart, imagining himself as nothing but her food, imagining himself on a plate.
She looks to you, "put him on a salad plate, and cover him with caramel."
You whistle for your 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.
"You hold the feet, I'll hold the head. We're going to make a salad plate."
You and the intern grab him, bind him as he struggles and bites at you, and then you hold him from the feet as the intern walks to a cabinet, grabs a huge silver platter with two holes each at the top and bottom, lays it on the counter, and fetches from the refrigerator spinach, raddishes, sliced pineapple and diced red cabbage. He spreads the spinach out across the platter, and puts down the raddishes.
Again you grab each side, pick him up, and carry him on to the platter, putting him down, you take two extra strings from each of his bindings at wrists and ankles, and put them through the two holes on each side, making a nice little bow tie the predator can undo. You then spread the red cabbage over him, and put the sliced pineapple on his sides, then grab a little squirt container of caramel and drip it over him from head to toe. "Alright, he's ready."
With that, you and the intern carry him out to the center table in the restaurant, where the cool tall brunette in the black dress is waiting for him. "All dressed up I see," she says playfully as she grabs a piece of pineapple from his side and eats it. "It's so wonderful when you get ready for our dates."
"Why do you want to eat me so much?"
"Isn't it obvious?" She asks, grabbing another pineapple, "you're delicious. In how your body looks, in how you act, in your cute little voice and demeanor, in how you would always call me ma'am and bow out of the way, in your youthful innocence... You're just one big package of tasty, and I think," she bites him on the shoulder, licks and savors the taste, "yes, you're just as tasty in taste!"
"You just really want to eat me."
"Yes, and once I've worked over your every inch with my tongue and teeth every last bite of you is inside me, then my juices will begin digesting you away in to nothing."
"And then I'll be..."
"A nutritious white chime being absorbed in to my blood stream, and eventually, fat."
