Soon the leaves begin to turn, and an October chill grips the air. It's been weeks since Sam has mentioned eating you (in fact, she's hardly spoken to you at all), and you begin to think that her reign of terror may actually be over. She ignores you, and instead focuses on her new friends, boyfriend, and school work. For some reason, the headmistress has singled Sam out for private lessons. Every Monday, she disappears into Headmistress Jade's office to study... you're not sure what exactly. Either way, you're glad for your apparent reprieve. The other students still treat you like a pariah, but the possibility of surviving the school year lifts your spirits nonetheless. You've even managed to stifle your burning jealously of Sam's new boyfriend.
Today, the halls of the Faybrook Academy are packed with college recruiters, each jostling for the attention of passing students. It's a yearly tradition at school, but now that you're a senior, it's your turn to consider the possibilities of a life after the Academy. Bright displays depict diverse groups of students laughing, carrying books, and throwing frisbees in sun-drenched quads. You have to admit that it actually looks nice. As you thumb through a pamphlet, you wonder if your high grades will be enough to outweigh the embarrassing incident behind the school bleachers. Your thoughts scatter as you feel the light brush of fingers against your neck, the intoxicating aroma of Sam's perfume clear in the air. Goosebumps prickle your skin, a shiver running through your whole body as a strange mix of fear and relief washes over you. She presses her bosom against your back as she leans forward, whispering softly in your ear, “You really shouldn't bother looking at that, you know.”
You clear your throat, turning to face Samantha. She's not alone. Hannah Lee stands at her side, her large wide-set eyes sparkling with impish curiosity as she watches from beneath her straight bangs. Hannah tosses her platinum blonde hair and pops her gum loudly, her dark blue eyes shifting to you. She stands tall over both you and Samantha, her long legs accentuated by the white stockings and pleated skirt of her school uniform. She has an athletic body with modest breasts, and carries herself with a confidence that borders on domineering. She sneers, “Yeah, there's no way you're going to college next year.”
You choose to ignore her presence and address your friend, “I don't know... maybe my grades are good enough that they'll look past the, um... incident.”
Sam's harsh laugh is a slap in the face, “Hahahaha! Don't be an idiot. I'm not talking about that.”
“Then... what?”
Her cheeks dimple slightly as her wicked smile widens, “You know, most universities only accept living students.” A lump forms in your throat. So... she still has her appetite. You feel like crying. “Awww... don't feel too bad. After all, you'll still get to attend college as cushioning on my ass!” She winks at you and gives you a little peck on the cheek , "I hear college boys go crazy for curvy freshmen girls."
Hannah giggles and pretends to be surprised, “That's right! You, like, totally dream about being eaten! You're such a pervy little freak.” She shoots a conspiratorial look at Sam. Clearly, she thinks Sam is joking. “Yeah... we're totally gonna eat you up or whatever.”
Samantha shakes her head slowly and purrs, “I don't think so. He's not for sharing.” She presses her hand against the stiff bulge in your pants and squeezes, “He's all mine. C'mon, dude... I know how much you want this. To be inside me. Squirming. Fighting. Dying.” Sam opens her mouth wide, a glistening strand of drool dripping from her lower lip.
Hannah's giggles grow louder, “Hahaha! Ohmygod, Sam! You are so bad! Hahaha!”
You sigh, poorly feigning nonchalance, and step away. You thrust your hand in your pocket, looking around to make sure no one else has noticed your arousal. The last thing you need is another bout of public humiliation at Samantha's hands. “Did you just come over here to threaten me, or did you want something?”
“Actually, I did want something. The Halloween dance is this Saturday. You're going with me.” This clearly isn't a question. In Sam's mind, you don't have a choice in the matter.
Both you and Hannah stare at her in surprise and ask simultaneously, “What about Steve?”
“Steve? What about him? He's my date.”
“Then why are you asking me to-”
“Hahaha! Oh no, no, no... I'm not asking you anything. You are going to the dance with me whether you like it or not. And not as my date.” You stare at her in confusion. Sam rolls her eyes as if she's already made herself obvious, “You're going to be part of my costume, dummy!”
Your heart begins to pound audibly in your ears. Nervously, you stutter, “W-w-what's your costume going to be?”
She leans in close, her breath hot on your cheek. With a smirk, she licks the side of your face, “It's a surprise, silly! But trust me, it's going to be delicious. Meet me in my room Saturday evening. Let's say... five thirty.” She grins excitedly at Hannah, “You should come to.” With these words, she grabs Hannah's hand and walks away. You stare open mouthed as the two giggling girls disappear into a classroom.
So this is it. She's finally going to eat you.
Or... is she? She never said that's what she had planned. And she did invite Hannah to come along. Would she really risk exposure like that? You're not sure. Regardless of what she has planned, disobeying her isn't likely to increase your chance of survival. No... if you want to survive, you'll have to do something more drastic. You have a choice to make. Do you go to the dance with Samantha, or do you run away from Faybrook Academy?
