Not gender specific. I should probably ease out on watching crime documentaries coz it only worsens my anxiety whenever I'm around strangers 😅😣

Legends :

• (y/n etc...) listener actions/ your actions/ sfx i think will work.

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Setting :

At Cannibals' Lavish Kitchen. Relaxing music can be faintly heard in the background along with a simmering pot of stew. The dragging of the trolley wheels amongst the floor echoes thru.

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INTERIOR : Cannibals' Lavish Kitchen - Night Time

YOU finally invited Y/N over to your house to have a fun filled evening together. After coming inside the threshold of your home, YOU attacked Y/N and strapped Y/N on a hand trolley with wheels and toured Y/N around your beloved kitchen.

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(lively/conversational tone) You won't believe what I have in store for you once I take this pesky blindfold off.

Okay... are you ready? because I am.

(enthusiastic tone) Surprise!!! what do you think? It is quite impressive huh?

(lively/conversational tone ) You asked me about my hobby during one of our late night Tinder conversations, do you remember?

You even got upset when I didn't divulged anything about my likes at that time, but I did promise you that you're going to get an exclusive front row seat to witness and experience first hand, the kind of recreation that I fancy all too well when the right time comes.

(malicious tone) NOW is the perfect time.

(cold/grim tone) I love cooking and I love serving people... literally. I always pour my heart into cooking alongside someone elses.

(lively/conversational tone) It is quite an expensive hobby of mine. I have spent alot of money to have a state of the art kitchen of my dreams that I could be proud of. As you can see, it is decked out with restaurant style ranges and cooktops, as well as commercial style and high efficiency refrigeration. I may have gone overboard for insisting that I must have dedicated tasks stations for my kind cooking to my builder and interior designer, but it all worked out in the end.

With over pouring money, my high expectations were met. There are days where my thoughts were flooded with grisly scenarios of what could have happened if it didn't.

(disappointed tone) To my dismay, the odds were on both of my interior designer and builders' favor. The adequate chows walked out of this place with both of their bodies intact with hefty wads of cash filling their pockets.

(lively/pretentious tone) Let me give you quick tour of this beloved area of mine.

* pause*

(lively/conversational tone) Here we have the clean up station equipped with hands free faucet that I adore. I am very strict when it comes to having sterile cutleries, clean crockery, silverwares and spotless pots and pans so I make sure to wash them all properly on this side by hand, instead of using the dishwasher. Ensuring that they are all well disinfected and ready to be use during my meal times is my utmost priority.

*pause*

Next up, we have the prep station.

(tap metal table with hands SFX, youre showing off the table)

(lively/conversational/malicious tone) Having an industrial size kitchen table is a must for me. Butchering pounds of meat is not an easy undertaking to perform in such an itty-bitty surface. I needed the additional extra space to flaunt every delectable pounds of meat that I carve and harvest out of my consumables. This is a customized table that I designed myself, the electric meat slicer and meat grinder were intentionally integrated in designing this stainless steel masterpiece.

(playful tone) There is enough time to get yourself acquainted with this table later on. I am not in a hurry to take your guts off just yet, you get to keep them a little longer until I say so.

*pause*

(concerned tone) Wait... I have to move the hand trolley you're strapped on, a little bit on this side for you to have a better view of what we're having for dinner.

(wheels moving on the floor SFX, you're pushing a hand trolley to face the next station)

(malicious tone) This is the hot section, an area where I bake, roast, fry, boil and steam all of my conquests. This is where my gastronomical magic is created, from crispy roasted leg to honey glazed smoked butt. All of my recipes are to die for, unfortunately not everyones' palate is as sophisticated as mine.

(stirring a pot SFX while talking to Y/N )

To save time I have started on making loin stew this morning, it is already well seasoned and tantalizingly delicious. The cut of loin is tender and no longer rubbery unlike earlier, it is ready to be served.

You look horrified, don't be. Your Tinder bio says you are vegan so I catered this meal to your liking. The dismembered loin I used came from a vegan, though the owner squealed like a pig while I harvest this chunk out with a hand saw.

(conversational tone) Come to think of it... I don't like the idea of going vegan, but I am making an exception for tonight in your honor.

*pause*

(concerned tone) What is it darling? come on you can tell me.

(pissed off tone) Talk! Move! try harder! will yourself to say something! I dare you to move! ( **will = verb** )

(calm/collected/malicious tone) Oh right... you can't. Wanna know why?

(lively/conversational tone ) I injected you with a perfected cocktail of sedatives and paralytics. You are currently in a state of anesthesia awareness. The drugs in your system makes you completely aware of your surroundings while inhibiting your movements and ability to speak. You will experience the pain and terror of having your stomach sliced open without the benefits of anesthesia.

*pause*

(calm/malicious tone) You get where I am going with this right? Escaping is no longer an option for you, so might as well embrace the inevitable.

(soothing tone) Relax.

(malicious tone) You are petrified... I can tell, because your eyes speaks volumes. I have feasted on alot and all of you have the same expression once you saw through my facade and I find it hilarious.

(lively/conversational tone) I cannot empathize for I am not a man. I am a monster swept along by my gruesome compulsions but the killings doesn't satisfy me completely. I don't know how else to put it, I'm always thinking, "maybe this one will"... "maybe this another one will". I will always be hungry for more. I can't help but see a beautiful man or woman and wonder what he or she tastes like.

(malicious tone) My number of my victims just grows and grows. The Tinder app made my life easier, especially when the COVID restrictions were mandated. The app is filled with a variety of free range morsels on display to choose from, though I am very picky with my selection of meats. I only have eyes for those who will not be missed... people like yourself.

(mocking tone) I sold a fantasy. I told things what all of you wanted to hear and you all fell into my trap like attention starved rabbits in heat. You are all pathetic beings if you ask me. You all dugged your own graves.

*eerie maniacal laugh 😈*

*short pause, compose yourself after that laugh*

(mocking tone) You trusted a stranger online whose buttered up words don't mean anything at all. You walked into the beasts' lair and you will never be able to leave.

*pause*

(big sigh ) (calm/malicious tone) I already lost my appetite.

(lively tone) (clap both hands coz of glee) Let us just move on to the fun part shall we?

(sharpening of knives against each other SFX)

(calm/ malicious tone) Its time to trim you down into pieces, since I needed a delicate meat for tomorrow to stuff my taco shells with.

THE END