"Oof, I'd hate to be in your sandals," said John. "Not even fit to be Dog Food now. Just Fertilizer, Directly."
"Noooooo-" Matthew screamed, just long enough for a special gag to be placed into his mouth, his wrists having been tied up already.
"Ssshhh, there there," Robert said, as he came up to Matthew, and began stroking his face. "It will be alright. Julia will see to it that you are the best tasting Fertilizer that her brother Fred has ever had, save for Thomas 5731. Poor kid had cancer, you know."
Matthew's crying was muffled by the gag. Not only had the attempt failed, he wasn't even deemed worthy enough to be eaten by a pig. Instead he'd be eaten by a big fat werewolf that would use a rapid digestive pill, to turn him directly into Fertilizer Product. He wouldn't even be enjoyed like most Meals.
"Not happy with his Fate I guess," said Robert.
"Can't blame him too much," said John.
"I'll make the phone call, so that Fred can come by for breakfast," said Robert. "Take him and the rest to their rooms, and make sure that they can't get out."
"Yes father," said James.
Matthew was then hauled away by the younger werewolf. He twisted his head, to look at John.
As he did, he saw John's lips move, to form words.
"I'm sorry. Forgive me."
Matthew's eyes widened in shock. The traitor was asking him to forgive him!?
Matthew was then placed into his room, his restraints loosened. He undid them, and stood up, to see James standing in the doorway.
"You'll be able to have one Last Meal," said James. "I'll see you in the morning. Use that time to think about what your stunt cost you, and the other seventy-one that are now Priority Meals."
The door then closed, and locked itself. There would be no escape now.