James was alive, for all the good it did him. The roasted boy lay on a platter now in near darkness, his head propped up so that his chin rested on his sternum. Short, sharp, painful breaths were all his lungs could provide, his nose assaulted by the tasty aroma of roast boyflesh. He could barely feel anything, a double-edged sword. While it meant he wasn't in catastrophic pain, it also told him that the heat he'd been forced through had probably fried his nerves completely.
James whimpered at that. Suddenly he felt the platter he was on being moved, lifted into the air before being placed back down. There was a scrapping of metal as the big domed covering was lifted off, flooding the meal's world again with light.
"I really think you're going to enjoy this meal, Superintendent," the voice of Principal Castle stated as steam escaped from the former confines. Someone had thought to replace James's glasses as a rather macabre decoration, and his vision felt clearer. He was no longer trapped in a roast turkey position, the massive bulge that was his belly wouldn't allow that anymore. Instead his legs had been folded up under him, feet cradling his buttocks and pushing his hips and belly up into the air. His arms were crossed over his chest, hands clasping his breasts over the nipples. A pair of wooden skewers had been employed to keep them there. And pineapple slices had been the garnish of choice, ringing then topping his belly as they dribbled their juice on him.
It almost made James himself hungry.
"Well I'll be," Castle declared as he noticed the movements of the blondes eyes. "I thought Cook was kidding, but you really are still alive in there, aren't you James? Resilient." The admin reached for a sharp knife from the table. "Well, we'll soon fix this."
