/ Not going for a quick death, but she is finished. /

A bounty hunting contract turned sour, young Rally quickly found out why the wanted poster for this demon had said "Great Danger" after she had expended all of her ammunition and even tried to ram it with her beloved Cobra only for it to keep smiling and asking how she wanted it to prepare it for dinner.

To add to it, it had gave recommendations for how she could be prepared to mazimize the quality of meat and various dishes that would go well with it.

Now, resorting to using her guns as clubs, which were quickly taken from her and eaten by the demon.

"If you're finished, can we start? I'm really hungry, and you and your friend are the only edible things in miles for me to feed on. So, ready to dine or die?" It asked sweetly.

There was little time for her to answer as its arm stretched forward, grabbing her head and holding her mouth with great speed and strength. It dragged her to the ground, and then along it as its arm retracted back to its normal size.

For a three-foot creature, it was far more than it appeared, but Rally figured that as her bullets were eaten into her skin and her car was, in mere seconds, was eaten by its larger, body length maw.

Demon of the Banquet was far more than a title, and Rally was on the menu.

"I've got this recipe I've been wanting to try, and then there's this basting technique I think you'll really like! Oh! There're some new knives I want to break in too! Also-" it paused to turn to Rally, a large smile on its wide mouth; thankfully, not the much larger one that dominated its body.

It stared at it uncomfortably with an eye for quality. When it blinked, Rally felt her pulse stop until it looked away from her.

"Your Indian, or at least half. Hyderabadi biriyani or tunde ke kabab would be amazing! Hmm... perhaps the kabab. I'm still trying to get the right balance of spices down. 150 is a lot, after all." It said as it walked.

Within minutes, laying naked on a large stone table, Rally was being reduced to mince meat as the demon had already cut off both legs and was working on her arms.

"I can't taste, so I'll need to keep you alive until I get the number and mixture of spices of down, or until I cut out a vital organ. I'm very careful, so that'll be awhile, promise! On the plus side for you, you get to enjoy a great amount of rare and unique dishes without having to do anything yourself! It's that wonderful!" The creature had kept talking to her like cutting off her limbs ad preparing her for dishes was a common thing.

"Let me know if this hurts. I'm trying to remove the bones without cutting the limb off completely! I think I've gotten the nerves, so it should feel like a numb tickling."

Rally was becoming dull and hopeless as she was reduced to meat. The creature was tying her stumps and taking care of the bleeding, giving a scary knowledge of human antonomy. The scariest thing for Rally was that she did not feel it as her the bones of her arm was removed like the hardened model from its plaster.

It didn't hurt... but, now, she didn't feel her arm, despite seeing it still attatched.

"It'll take time to prepare the spices, but I want to try a stuffed arm. I hope you don't mind." The demon said as it held up the boneless arm and waved it. The hand still had bones in it, but there was no feeling in it. "What do you think? A juicy, stuffed arm with a crunchy hand at the end."

Rally said nothing and didn't react to the demon's talk.

Her eyes suddenly came back to life as a wonderful taste filled her mouth. Her tongue danced in her mouth as she began to chew, savoring the taste of what could only be described as deliciousness in physical form!

Her eyes adjusted to see the demon in front of her, a smile on her face and a foot with its balls removed.

Rally's expression went from excited to shock as she slowly realized what it was.

"How is it? Too sour? Too sweet? I don't cook human very often, even most monsters don't eat people, so I need your opinion." The demon said.

Rally's face slowly turned to one of horror... and then let out a scream as she came to understand what it was she was going to be.

"My record is twenty weeks." The demon grinned. "You'll taste better the longer you're alive, and, for as long as you live, you'll be treated to amazing food. I even take requests... when you're finished screaming, of course.

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You're walking through the jungle when you hear a sound. You go to investigate and find a beautiful woman stuck in a rope trap, her legs bound and her head bleeding from a rough hit. She's out cold from a poacher's trap.

Nidalee from League of Legends is before you. FINISH HER!