"I'm starved! I could eat him myself!" says one brown haired boy.
"Me too!" says the other.
"I brought him here," says the black haired boy.
"I took him down," says the blonde.
This is going nowhere fast. You find yourself slightly relieved. Maybe if they quarrel over you, you could loose your bonds - the ropes behind your hands weren't tied too well. Sitting up and scooting your back to the alley wall, you secretly set yourself on the task while each boy argues why he should be the one to eat you. You curse yourself for being so stupid and running head first into this trap. If you survive, you'll play it smarter from now on. The cord loosens slightly. You can't believe your luck. Just a little more and then you can get your feet untied real quick and make a break for it!
Suddenly, their conversations stop abruptly and they all turn to look at you. SHIT! you were too obvious. They walk up to you, menace in their eyes. "Okay, we're gonna have a contest to figure out whose belly you're going to fill." Says the blonde. Whew! They didn't notice.
A contest? You moan the syllables through the duct tape on your mouth. The black haired boy responds, "You get to pick which one we'll do.Winner winner gets you for dinner.. We're gonna tear that tape off. But you better watch out! Make any loud noises and we'll cut your tongue out and eat it right in front of you!" You gulp in fear and nod your head, praying they don't get a good look at the bonds behind your back. He rips the tape off your mouth and you suppress the urge to scream - not for help, but from pain. Freaking tape!
The thought honestly crosses your mind, but if you scream, they WILL cut out your tongue, and they'll almost definitely find your escape attempt. Best to play along.
"What kinds of contests are we talking about?
"Well," pipes up a brown haired boy. "We can have a farting contest. You'll be the judge whose gas is the smelliest!"
"Or," says the other brown haired boy. "We take turns trying to smother you. The one who gets you to pass out the fastest is the winner. Don't worry, though - you'll be awake and alive when one of us starts to eat you."
Your eyes go wide with shock. "Some choices..." you say glumly.
"Shut up, poop pile!" Says the blonde. "You seem to have forgotten that's gonna be your new existence. Stop complaining. At least let's have some fun before you're steaming and brown in that corner back there!"
You choke back a retort. What's the best option, here?
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