"You're a cannibal! Get away from me!" I scream knowing that she won't let me escape and that no one can hear me.
"Aww come now sugar, that aint no way to talk to a ladeee" Does she actually think that attractive and going to make that I don't mind what she's about to do. And she called me sugar; already she's calling me by food names. Am I a meal for one or to be shared?

I can already see the headline "Cannibal strikes again! Victim count 10"
Should I be getting a prize?

"Ya know, dis Wouldn be a happening if ya could control yaself" She's Chastising me! How is this possible considering what she is about to do?!
"Me an a all da girlys agree," She continues, "Ya all big in the business world an a during the day ya'll are too good to even great us 'scum'."I heard the quotation marks in her voice. Could she at least speak properly? I couldn't believe this was the last voice I would hear, filled with slang and almost no proper pronunciation. My mama always said I should keep what was mine to myself why didn't I listen. O wait she continuing "that word men like you use to describe us during the day. But not at night. No at night 'tis Ey there baby" She has flipped. Well all things considered, they had flipped before they got me. Won't anybody stop her before she…? I can't even think it.

What would one of those CSI people do now?

Talk. They would talk. What can you say to someone who's about to chew off your… sob … don't think the word.
Maybe I should ask?

"What do you want me to say? I'll do anything! " I'm pleading with a lady of the night. O well aren't we polite. Lady of the night call her what she is. A prostitute. Great and now to top it all off my sub conscience has to but in. She doesn't even seem to care that I'm begging. Couldn't she at least fake it? Her kind has to do it all the time for god's sake!

"Do?" She looks shocked. Maybe it's working, "I don't want you to DO anything!" She looks disgusted. So it clearly wasn't working. Should I start considering the possibility this was a bad idea then? "Did you know," she's carrying on. Thank you up there. "In India a eunuch is the most highly paid of all servants?" Does she really think this is the kind of thing I want to hear?

With that I feel as she starts to unzip my pants. Sob…zip…sob…zip.
Are those girly sobs coming from me? Great now I've lost my manhood figuratively and she's about to chew it off- literally!

There's I full moon shining outside the window. I can just make it out. I can feel the blood running out of my body where my best friend used to be. I'm guessing I won't live long enough to find out what eunuch's are paid in India. None of the others did.

My last thought before the darkness completely settles in is "I wonder if they're going to cook it?"