This choice: Something simple, you will be breaded and fried, then put on a bun..... • Go Back...Chapter #4A Fried Ending For You. by: Ashley   "You're going to be breaded with my special recipe, fried, and served on a bun with lettuce, tomato and cheese," says Rita. She placed you in a tall glass so that you couldn't get free while she made preparations. You watched as she took a mixing bowl and, cracked open and put in one egg. She then put in a one-fourth cup of milk, one-eighth cup of lemon juice, and two tablespoons of maple syrup. She thoroughly mixed it up. She then got another smaller bowl and put in a half cup of flower, used the pepper grinder by turning it a five times over the flower, then a couple pinches of salt, and a dash of cinnamon. You knew exactly what she was making; the bowl of mixed liquid was what she would marinate you with, so that the flower mixture would stick to your body. Even though you were scared about your fate to come, you had to admit that with all those ingredients, Rita was going to make you pretty tasty.
You were right about the bowls. Rita pulled you out of the glass and said, "Now comes the best part." She dropped you in the lemon-maple mixture and used a spoon to mix and dunk you around in it. You sputtered and coughed several times from accidentally breathing some of it in during the times you were dunked under. She then picked you up by one of you legs and transferred you to the breading mixture bowl. Before Rita began to roll you in the breading, she licked the sticky marinade of her fingers, "Mmmm, tasty." You were then rolled in the breading until every inch of you was covered in a medium layer of it. You watched as she turned on one of the front burners of the stove and then she grabbed one of the non-stick pans from a hanger above. After the pan was heated for several seconds, Rita dropped in a small glob of butter, to which a chill went down your spine when you heard a loud sizzling. She then picked you out of the breading, "Well Jason, you won't get to see who eats you, because you definitely won't survive the frying process." With that, you cringed as she dropped you in the pan. You had to say it was the most intensely painful thing you had ever experience.
The breading on your back began to fry and then that breading started cooking you; after your back was thoroughly fried, you were barely alive.....and then Rita flipped you over onto your front. Rita happily giggled at your last little screams before your sound from the pan went silent. Soon you were fried to perfection and she place the fried you strip on top of a slice of cheese that was on top some lettuce, tomato, and bun bottom. All fried up you didn't have human form you just looked like a fried chicken strip. Rita then placed another small piece of lettuce, then tomato, and the bun top, on top of you; then the sandwich was put on a fine plate that had a golden design. "There we go. All done," said Rita smiling, admiring her work. You are dead. Now you are just a fried strip of meat on a sandwich.
Rita had told you that the first girl to come into the kitchen to get lunch would get to have you. Who was the lucky lady that got to gobble you up?  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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