The world around him is white, a bright shining white that not only makes everything hard to see but actually burns his eyes. While he can't see what's going on around him he's instantly aware that he can't move anything but his neck, it's cold metal that straps him to the wall or perhaps floor. He's not sure until finally the lights dim away and his eyes can adjust. What greets him sends a chill down his spine and the human knows instantly he's in trouble.

He pulls at his restraints feeling them give but only slightly, "What the fuck?" Alfred's thankful to be at least upright but beyond that has no idea what's going on let alone a clear memory of what happened. Last thing he remembers was that he was on his ship when a large vortex opened up and then…nothing. Is he dead? Surely this would be a hell of some kind but was he really that evil in life to deserve this?

"'Ello Love." A voice rings out bitter sweetly in a light airy voice pulling him away from this thoughts of the after life. Alfred turns to see a short robbed man with bright orange hair. "Good you're awake. Are you hungry?" While he appears human enough something about the man makes him shutter slightly.

"Who are you?" Alfred asks looking the man up and down in confusion. His face is angelic but something about his bright demonic eyes haunts him. Even being twenty feet above Oliver, Alfred can clearly smell a odor of decay.

The man smiles wider into an almost joker like smile that stretches from ear to ear, "I'm known as Oliver and are you hungry?"

Alfred blinks unsure if this is a trap or not. So until he figures it out he knows it's best to not anger his capture, "Uh…yeah?"

"Good than I'll be right back with your dinner." He's practically giddy with excitement and as he leaves out of an automated door on the opposite side Alfred catches sight of something that makes his heart stop.

On the crisp white wall before him is the decaying body of a man, his stomach seemingly to have exploded and his inners dangle below him, seemingly to sway slightly in some unfelt wind. His lower jaw is snapped out of place and barely hanging off of what's left of his face. Below him is a brown crusted pool of blood, stomach acid and what appear to be dead snakes like creatures. One twitches slightly and it's nearly makes the captain's stomach turn.

"Oh god…" He again pulls on the chains holding him tightly to the wall as a new fear enters his mind, "Fuckers let me go!" He growls out as the man returns, "Oliver what the fuck is the hell hole!?"

Oliver looks up with a cynical smile his bright icy blue eyes shining wildly, "What do you mean? This is paradise and please don't swear like that it isn't very nice."

"Nice!? And what the fuck did you do to him!?" While he's not exactly in a spot to demand answers he doesn't really care as the snake continues to twitch and convulse behind Oliver.

Slowly Oliver looks back at the corpse and the snake creature, "Oh him. That's Anderson. He just adored my meat pies so much."

That name rings a bell for Alfred although he's not sure why exactly, "Anderson…" Suddenly it hits him as he stares at the body, "No…"

"Well that's what he said his name was." Oliver scoffs slightly. "If he lied than that wasn't very nice of him." He suddenly smiles up at Alfred, "Anyway do you want perhaps some cupcakes or meat pies to start you off?"

His stomach churns as he shakes his head, "No I want down. I suddenly lost my appetite." He hopes it doesn't come out as shaky as he thinks it does. "And where are the others?"

"Others?" Oliver cocks his head slightly confused, "Why it's just me here, well and Anderson or whatever his name really was and you…and what's your name Poppet?"

Alfred straightens up the best he can trying not to show any fear to the insane man, "Captain Alfred F. Jones."

"Oh." Oliver coos sweetly, "A captain and what are you Captain of?"

"The Starship Orion." Suddenly he's lowered so he's face to face with the man, "Oliver I should get back to my ship." He has an idea but for it to work he needs to gain the man's trust, "Or you can untie me and I'll have a cupcake." If he can just get one hand free he might be able to free himself or at least punch Oliver in the face and honestly he likes the second idea better.

Oliver's blue eyes widen with delight as he somehow grins wider, "I'll have a cupcake for you in a minute." With that he turns around and quickly dashes out the door which quickly disappears into the white wall.

Again Alfred struggles before looking up at Anderson, "What the fuck did he do to you?"

"Now if you swear like that again I'm getting out my swear jar and everyone knows how much I love my swear jar." He giggles as if it's some unknown joke as he wheels a large cart towards Alfred, "Now are you ready for your cupcake?"

The cart is holding what appears to be a squirming pink cupcake with a mountain of blue icing, "The fuck is that-" He's silenced by a mouth full of cupcake.

It continues to squirm as it glides down the back of his throat before landing hard into the pit of his stomach. And while he wants to puke he's not given the chance as another mouthful is crammed into his mouth again and again. It takes everything in his power not to choke on the slim coated cupcake. He can't quite place the flavor of the thing but it reminds him of a mix of vanilla and blood.

Soon the cupcake is gone and while he can breath again every inch of him is now screaming in pain. "Aww you look like you're getting full." Oliver coos softly rubbing Alfred's now vastly extended stomach. "You're doing better than Anderson did."

He wants to scream, not because of how round his stomach is but because of the movement inside, "Stop touching me." He's heard of distant aliens races catching outsiders to feed to their young but he's nothing he's ever heard of before. "What…was in that cupcake?" He winces feeling as if his insides are being pulled apart and instantly he's reminded of the snakes laying below the dead man.

"Flour, sugar, milk, a hint of nutmeg…why do you want my recipe?"

Letting out a pained groan Alfred tries to keep conscious as his stomach grows to the size of a large beach ball, "W-What else you bastard!?" Every breath hurts as his stomach throbs with the every growing amount of creatures within.

Suddenly Oliver looks as if the human's hit him, "Why would you call me that? I've done nothing but been nice to you Poppet." Tears start to form in his eyes before he starts wailing uncontrollably, "You're such a jerk! A rotten jerk." He sniffles as he runs off leaving Alfred alone now writhing in sheer pain.

"N-No!" Alfred screams out hearing his suit finally give way before a loud wet ripping sound rockets in his ears, "What d-did you do to me!?" His eyes widen as the white floor below him is suddenly sprayed with crimson. Slowly his gaze turns to his gaping midsection and the mound of pink squirming worms below his feet before he lets out a deafening scream. The image of the creatures are the last he sees before his whole world goes black.