Maybe it was your hormones flaring up, or your downtrodden soul throwing caution to the wind. Whatever the case you find yourself walking straight into the lion's den, almost literally. On closer inspection, the boy with the squirming gut has long greasy black hair falling over forest green eyes. Stereotypically stuck between a gothic and rocker look, he oozes coolness and a lack of caring.
"What do you want?" His tone is relaxed and not exactly threatening, but a gleam within his eyes alongside the audible gurgles and growls of his gut make a clear impression.
"Want me to take care of this guy Jake?" A blond jock type stepped towards you menacingly, but the black-haired" youth raised his hand to signal his bodyguard back.
Jake patted his belly and released a thick gutteral belch that drew giggles and a few claps of appreciation from the girls fawning over him. "You see this and still want to talk, you a freak?" he asks more curious than anything else.
You can't blame him for not understanding, you can't really understand what possed you to walk up to this guy who could end your life so easily. Some people did want to be eaten and there were plenty of predators willing to fulfill some pervert's fantasy. Was that what you wanted?
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