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I shall not leave until this kitchen is empty...

You still ponder the question when your hunger overwhelms you. Free from your inner voice of reason you grab a nearby pie and wolf it down. It tastes delicious. It tastes like... more. A second pie finds it's way down your throat, then a third, fourth, fifth...

Greedily you grab pies, cakes, biscuits, bread - whatever is in range of your paws. One last time your conscience whispers a faint warning, that you have to leave this place at once. But a loud rumble from your stomach ensures, that you keep guzzling. For a moment you get the impression, that a deep voice from your belly orders: "You shall not leave until this kitchen is empty."

In trance you keep eating for at least an hour. Suddenly you hear a feminine giggle in the distance followed by the sounds of feet walking down the stairs.


Written by Eiric

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