"Get me dinner," she orders. You begin to nod, when a sick thought pops into your head. "You... wouldn't happen to want... human for dinner, would you?" you ask, dreading the answer. She gives you a toothy grin and nods. "B-but... But that's...I can't..." you stutter. "Are you refusing to do what I ask?" she asks, obviously angry. You gulp, and nod!
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