"You are," said Sasha. "House! Lockdown!"
That was when James heard it, a series of bolts locking themselves, and shutters falling into place. He looked towards the windows, and saw them covered.
"Was this all a trap?" he asked.
"That's right," said Sasha. She lifted James' chin. "You were looking for protection from other monsters. You get it by being my dinner. No one else is going to eat you."
"But, I don't want to get eaten," said James.
Sasha chuckled, removed her hand from James, and walked over to a wall, which had a number of various objects, which could be used to restrain human-sized meals, one way or another. "Too bad. You followed me home, and entered it. Now, take your clothes off."
"No," said James.
Sasha picked up a large knife, looked at it, and set it back down on the counter. "They will be removed one way or another. Thing is, I don't want my meal to be overly bruised, as that ruined the flavor. Besides, cooperative meals tend to get a last request."
"What kind of request?" James asked.
"A phone call to your loved ones, watch a favorite movie, a last meal, sex with me, a say in how you're prepared, or some combination of anything, so long as it's reasonable," said Sasha. "Obviously, not being eaten is not an option."
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