Mark knew the gauntlet the boy would have to negotiate, just to get to the table. His dining hall arrivals would get quieter in the future, but today ...as not only his first entrance. He was naked (unusual) and bound (an all-time first). Mark's instincts were on the money. Releasing his wrists was out of the question. It would be too anti-climactic, and disappoint the crowd. But the little teen needed to feel some level of emotional support. So Mark fed him, spoonful by spoonful. And he quietly. “Be silent and pretend that I am your niece who’s visiting for a few days and you will not be harmed. You can go about your lives without any interference from me, but alert anyone and this is what will happen to you,” With those words she then smashes a hole in the basement’s wall; brick, rubble and steel crumble at her punch. “Do we understand each other? You should also understand that if you do not return by the end of each day that I will have to hunt you down and eliminate you.” She waits. Being a butcher he knew that the meat of a young women was the closet thing to the meat of a suckling pig, at first the man was disgusted by his own thoughts of cannibalism but over time, as he thought more about it, the idea grew on him and he set out to create a machine that would take the place of the modern pig spitting machine but this would be designed for human female spitting. After a year of planning and construction the machine was finished he called it Jessica 3000 It was a. "I've heard that if I squeeze these really hard, I can make a man sorry he hurt me." I'm not ROGER!" he yelped, as she squeezed gently.Her hand moved up and fumbled to find his penis."How come you aren't hard?" she asked."This isn't the time to be hard," he said."Oh." She let go, and brought her hand back up to his back."Why would he even do that?" she asked, her face buried in his shoulder. He didn't have to ask her what she meant."For some men, the chase is everything," he said softly. "They.