"You're so cute," she says, gazing into my widening eyes with her own sparkling ones. Her voice almost lulls me into a hypnotic trance. "I could just eat you up!" She strokes my shoulder and ever so slightly tightens her grip. "Probs will." ~ Another last dinner. Another long night. Another poison fails. ...but this isn't just another evening... ~ [This harrowing tale was written many moons ago. As you read it, you may find it stiff, distant and weird. That's because it is stiff, distant and weird.]