Hungry

"She looks quite tasty, doesn't she? Defenseless against us. She'd be good ground up in a stew, don't you think?"
"Preposterous. A stew would drain all of her natural flavors. We must make a broth of her blood and soak her flesh in it."
"No, I've got it! A sweet meat pie would satisfy our appetites, wouldn't it?"
"Of course not, you fool! Her organs and muscle don't cook the same! We must separate them into different dishes. Her organs will be a meal of their own. The rest will be boiled into a lovely soup for us."
"You don't understand, separating her up like a cow will do us no good in the culinary ways. We should eat her raw and fresh, so none of the flavor is lost."
"Brilliant idea my friend, raw and new. The perfect temperature and taste for us,"
"Hold on a second, she moved,"
"You twit! She isn't dead yet! Can't you do one job properly? How are we to eat her if she is still breathing? Her screams of agony shall ruin our appetites!"
"She should have died! I hit her over the head with a brick! She was supposed to be dead!"
"Oh, forget it. I'll deal with this myself! A quick slice to the throat should do the trick. Then we'll feast."
"Do it quickly, her eyes are beginning to open!"
Amanda didn't get a chance to open her eyes before something cold and sharp went 'chick' at her neck. Hot liquid spilled down her chest and everything went dark.