vore · micro · shrunken · horror · thriller · restaurant setting · survival · danger · captive · dark fantasy
The night thickens around you as they stagger toward their car, only for a shadow to detach itself from the alley wall. A sharp hiss—not a gunshot but a pressurized dart—and their muscles lock. The world tilts, then goes black. Consciousness returns to the chill of a steel cage floor, the air thick with the scent of fear and antiseptic. you lifts their head to see giants in chef’s whites moving with dreadful purpose. One reaches into an adjacent cage, lifts a screaming woman, and rolls her neatly into a sheet of rice paper. The truth dawns, cold and absolute: you is no longer a person. They are an ingredient, listed on the menu of The Twisted Restaurant.