Like The Treacherous Sirens Of Greek Mythology, I Couldnt Help But Feel Drawn To Him. Like A Moth To

Like the treacherous sirens of Greek mythology, I couldn’t help but feel drawn to him. Like a moth to a flame I couldn’t help but fixate on his body and my imagination running wild, no matter how I tried to distract myself, but at the end of the day, he was a friend of a friend and therefore off limits. To be fair, maybe those metaphors aren’t fair, when in reality I’m the one who presents the danger to him, but standing there, seeing him there, it didn’t feel that way. To me the temptation he presented was one of the strongest and thus most dangerous forces known to man. Resistance was growing more and more futile as I fantasize what he must taste like. I knew that besides a brief struggle from him there was no one out at sea to save him, but what would my friend think? If two men leave on a boat and only one comes back, sporting a large squirming belly, well that doesn’t leave too much plausible deniability. But then again, maybe your friend curated this on purpose. Afterall, he knew I was a predator and he could see I had my full set of abs for a while. Maybe this is his way of taking care of this guy without having to order a hit verbatim. Maybe he’s doing me a favor. Maybe I’m doing him a favor by tanking this guy. Here I am concerned about offending him by eating his friend, when really I should be worried about the offense called by refusing his gift. When I get to the shore he’ll probably act disapprovingly to add plausible deniability on his end, but I’ll know what the purpose of this two person cruise with strangers really was. I hope you like the acid bath, blue brief boy. This little boat excursion is a one-way trip.

Kevin Baker

Shhh, just calm down buddy. Don’t worry I’ve got you. I’m sorry it has to end this way, but at least we’re together now.

Hey don’t be like that, I warned you what could happen if I got drunk and you took the risk anyways.

Nah bro, I told you I don’t even remember doing it. I just kinda woke up with a headache and you in there.

Yeah, I mean I guess regardless of what happened last night I could let you out now, but isn’t there some degree of fate that led you in there? I know it was an accident, but maybe this is where you’re meant to be.

You’re in there already anyways, might as well be a good sport about it. C’mon, relax for old time sake.

What? Why you giving me that look, a man’s gotta eat. Do I not have the right to eat food when I’m hungry? Geez

Some men say that there’s only two types of men, predators and food, but not him. To him every man is just that, a man. The fact that a man is not merely just food is why they’re such a delicacy to him. The soul and conscious and purpose is the very reason why he devours them with such passion. Nobody was destined to be eaten until chosen by him. And now he has chosen you. Don’t try to argue your worth and attributes in order to escape his fleshy prison, those things are the thrilling details that make you his favorite delicacy. Just accept the turn of events and he’ll treat you well as you slowly melt to become one with him. Have a nice trip poor stranger, you’re his alone now.

Oh Shit, oh shit, oh shit. How the hell am I gonna afford rent now!? I really didn’t mean to but I was just so hungry and he was just sitting there, playing video games in his underwear. Who plays video games in his underwear knowing there’s a compulsive predator in the house though? Yeah, what if he secretly wanted me to eat him. All the struggling could have just been an act. Felt real though. I was gonna let him out, swear I was, but it felt so good I thought I could just feel him squirm a minute longer. But now he’s not moving anymore. That’s a mistake anyone could make right? I promise I don’t feel good about it, but is there really a point to letting him out at all after he stopped squirming. That’s just my luck, that’s the fourth roommate in a row to die in my gut. Maybe my next roommate should be a predator, just so they can neutralize me when I get my urges. At any rate I’ve gotta find a new snack, I mean roommate.

Who says you can’t play with your food!? Especially when it’s such a juicy blue-eyed hunk of meat. Sometimes I wish I could keep guys like this around, but you can’t have your hunk and eat him too and one of those proves far more rewarding. Just because I’m gonna enjoy him more inside doesn’t mean I won’t take my take while he’s outside. Besides, I getting him down is gonna be a challenge; gotta plan out my attack carefully, though I have no reason to believe he’s a predator, a guy like that could easily turn the tables if I slip up. To be honest, though not ideal, there’s worse things that can happen, I guess.

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