Anastasia's P.O.V.-
"Alright, time to get you cleaned up." Lincoln took a worrying step towards me. It did help however that his hands were still buried in his pant pockets. "Don't worry, my darling; I'm not going to do anything to you yet. I just like my meat to be as clean as possible. So would you please relax? I hold you in high regard, princess. A find like you is rare- rare, indeed." Another step my way. My foot slid back so far that it was pressing up against the wall just like the rest of me. His eyes glowed with a sickening lust I hoped I'd never see. "Now then," his hand rose up in front of him.
"Take off your clothes."
"H-huh?!" "You don't expect me to eat your clothes, now do you? Besides, I've got a nice, hot bath waiting for you; it's even got rose petals. Just think of it as a natural step in the manufacturing process." "W-what?!" My palms pressed as hard as they could into the wood of the wall. "It's all to make sure your meat is perfect- that's all. I think you'll rather enjoy it. The water's pink!" He's nuts; he's totally insane. That's when his long tongue ran repulsively over his jagged teeth. "I could wash you, if you like."
Despite knowing it was futile, I tried with all my might to break down the door. No! No, I don't want the first man to see me naked, to touch my body to be this villain. I refuse! I wasn't born to be his fetish and dinner; I was meant for more than this! Someone help me! Anyone! He chuckled sinisterly as I began banging on the door with both my fists; the tears flying off my face.
"Looks like I'm gonna have to get you naked by force. Fine by me; this'll be fun!" "Help! Someone, please! Help me! Help me!" My fists wouldn't stop banging. Or at least they didn't until I felt myself being pulled by the back of the shirt again. Except unlike last time where he let me go, Lincoln yanked me toward him with such force that I felt myself collide into him. Before I had time to blind, two strong arms wrapped around me in what was a weird, twisted embrace. This monster held me close to his chest, keeping me firm in place.
"Incredible. You take my breath away…. You're a mere baby compared to my strength. I can make you do whatever I want and go wherever I want you to go. You're a baby, and yet I stand in awe. Eating you is going to feel so good…. so satisfying. These vicious fangs of mine are going to destroy you from the inside out. I can't wait….. It's remarkable; to think that a lowlife like me could ever touch something like you, taste you…." His mouth then made this slurping sound, almost like he was drooling uncontrollably or something. His hands tightened their grip on me. It was starting to hurt; how hard he was clinging to me. "The pieces of you will become pieces of me- we'll be one. I will get all of you, and all your perfection. And I want to look at me while I rip your inners out one at a time. Eyes like yours…. They mean something when they look at you; something deep, something good."
I began screaming and crying once more when he sniffed my hair hungrily. "No! Don't! Let me go! Don't touch me!" "God, you smell delicious." "Let go! Let go of me!" "Take off your clothes and I will. But all of them; I want to see everything I'm getting." "I will! I'll do it! Just let me go!" And with that, I fall right to the ground. After a couple of throaty coughs, I glanced up at Lincoln to find him waiting patiently. Realizing that he was right and that my clothes were coming off one way or another, I very reluctantly got to my feet. I physically wasn't able to look him in the eye as my shaky hands peeled off my shirt, then my shirt. It was the most humiliating thing I think I've ever been subjected to. Being made to strip in front of the wolf who was going to eat me.
But that wasn't good enough for him- oh no. "Everything, honey. You're not to stop," he cooed softly. Fuck him, I inwardly shot him a glare. I had to shut my eyes. With a deep, deep breath, I reached back to unbutton my bra. It fell to the floor, followed by my panties. There I was, stark naked in a room with a man- the first man in my entire life- to see my whole body. I think he must have liked what he saw, considering how he just stood there staring for a minute. At least I think that's what he did; I still had my eyes closed.
I didn't have time to open my eyes, however. My body was suddenly and unexpectedly lifted off the ground by two familiar, strong arms. My eyes now shot open to see Lincoln holding my naked ass princess-style. He was leering down at me with the vilest of expressions. "P-put me down!" I demanded, only to be utterly ignored. He carried me over to a curtain, which he went behind to reveal a footed bathtub. Carefully, he set me down into the pink, sweet-smelling water. He was right; it was hot- but not too hot- and full of red rose petals. I didn't hesitate to try and cover myself with as many of them as possible. But Lincoln didn't seem to mind. He merely gave me one last look before disappearing behind the curtain again. I knew he was still in the room because I didn't hear any doors open or shut. He was just letting me clean myself in private, I guess….
While there, submerged in the tub, so, so many thoughts went through my head. Memories from my childhood, what being eaten alive might feel like, why I was born a lamb, the many people I'll never see again, and the fact that I was going to die before finishing high school. There's so much of my life I have yet to live; so many things I'll never get to experience. Maybe it would be different if I was born something other than a lamb. Oh, who the hell am I kidding? I'm only in this position because I'm a lamb- a stupid, weak, defenceless lamb. I never had a chance when you consider everything. I've almost been eaten once before on campus, and now I'm going to be eaten for sure. That's all I am: prey. I'm prey for a predator to sniff out and eat. It'll never be any different; nature didn't intend it to be any different. I was born to be eaten by someone who is stronger. That's the way of nature. My head lowered down into the water to the point where I was nearly submerged. That….
and no one is coming for me. No one even knows where I am. What hope do I have of being saved?