Type: Dialouge submission
@seriouslynousernames
Dialogue: Just as his lips were about to touch mine, I burped...loud.
"I see you finished my sandwich." He says, his nose scrunching up.
"Yep, do yourself a favor and make a ham one next time. Tuna really isn't my favorite."
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There are two types of people in this world. The Eaters, and Humans. The Eaters are monsters that wear human skin. They look just like us, talk like us and walk beside us. The Eaters can extract souls from the human body, through the form of kissing, and man are they good at it.
Why am I telling you this? Because I've been captured by one, and I won't let anyone be fooled any longer. The day they were allowed to walk side by side with us...that was our gravest mistake. They aren't bound by law like Humans. They can still take our souls, while lying behind a pretty face.
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My vision had finally cleared. Languidly I stand, using the nearest stationary objects to display my weight. I have no balance. I don't remember what has happened, but I know I have been taken, by one of them.
It sure was nice of him to leave me on the floor. I walk ahead, following the glowing source of light, since my eyes haven't adjusted yet. I squint, hand shielding my eyes as I walk, finding my self in the kitchen.
I look around, opening and closing drawers and cabinets, no cutlery, no silverware, no boards, no pots, no pans.
My eyes settle on a little gem across from me on the counter. It was like a slap in the face. These monsters don't even eat food, but here, clear as day a sandwich sits atop the counter.
I pick it up and smell it: tuna. My stomach growls in response. It's not like he's gonna eat it, so I munch away on it until it's gone, licking my lips in satisfaction.
Now that I've eaten, with still no sign of him around, I decide to look around. Either I'll find a way out, or I'll find him.
The chances of finding him were high, but I didn't expect an encounter with him this early.
"Hello, V." He smiles as he walks me into a corner.
He leans in closer, but I was already prepared. The plate I had hidden behind my back came to my mind. Before I had no room, I raise the plate above my head and slammed it across his forehead. A grin plastered across my face as I waited for him to fall.
That time never came.
Immediately his arms reach out to grab me and my wrists are slammed against the wall, he takes my chin and forces me to look at him with brute strength. Fighting against him is futile.
He was strong. Stronger than the rumors.
His eyes are searching mine as if they are looking for fear.
Just as his lips were about to touch mine, I burped...loud.
"I see you finished my sandwich." He says, his nose scrunching up.
"Yep, do yourself a favor and make a ham one next time. Tuna really isn't my favorite."
