Erica takes you to an average looking suburban house and rings the bell. Moments later, the door opens to reveal a huge woman in her forties. Her shoulder length hair is brown, with streaks of grey.
"Hello." Erica says. "You must be Mrs Bradwell. We spoke earlier... about my brother."
"Pleased to meet you, my dear." Mrs Bradwell says. "I'm so glad you got in touch. I've really been looking forward to meeting your brother. Now, how much did we say?"
"Fifty." Erica confirms and Mrs Bradwell digs in her purse for the money, handing over crumpled notes.
Erica laughs and holds out her hand, presenting you to the huge woman. "Well, here he is!"
"NO!" You yell. "No Erica, you can't sell me!" but you are wasting your breath. Mrs Bradwell's pudgy hand reaches out and snatches you up.
"Bye, little brother!" Erica says cheerily. "Enjoy your new life!" she turns and walks away, leaving you in the fat woman's clutches.
Mrs Bradwell takes you inside and carries you through to the kitchen, setting you down on the table.
"Please!" you beg. "What are you going to do with me?"
Mrs Bradwell smiles, cruelly.
"I'm going to EAT you, my scrumptious little morsel. What else is there to do with a delicious little titbit like you?"
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