There was only one light in the particularly dark room, only shining over the large dining table that was clustered with blood-stained plates of charred meat and limbs with tufts of fur still stuck to them. It gave the room an eerie appearance, Starved looked no friendlier. Some of the plates occupied with meat hadn't even been fully skinned, he planned on putting those in the oven in case he ran out of freshly prepared food. Just ignore the flies that swarmed the corpses.

It was like a twisted graveyard shaped into a dinner room. To Starved, it was like a grand dinner. One he got to share with his favorite little friend.

Starved gave a small toast and hummed quietly to himself, setting the glass down and moving to grab the blade next to his plate. He slowly sliced through the chunk of meat before bringing up the divine blood-soaked flesh to his mouth. His gaze glanced up to you who sat unconsciously and tied to a chair at the other side of the table. He admired the vulnerable look on your face, the soft rise and fall of your chest, the twitch in your nose as you smelt the food. It only made the twisted admiration in Starved more pronounced. You had been his favorite of the few in Sonic's friend group after all... before he grew quite an appetite for mobian meat.

As you slowly gained consciousness, the sting in your head became more evident as your sight came back to you... the sight of eyes looking back at you as the decapitated head of a fox mobian stared back lifelessly caused you to flinch, unable to do much as you were tied down to a chair.

The subtle flinch caught Starved's attention as he snapped his head up to you. His lips formed into a twisted grin as he put his silverware down and got up.

"Ah, you're awake. Did you rest well? I was beginning to think Furnace hit you a little too hard on the head."

He cocked his head to Furnace who stood idly on the left side of the room, the robot seeming dormant if it weren't for the soft orange glow in his furnace-like chest. Starved gave a wide grin as he turned back to you, slowly approaching you as he walked around the table. His gloved fingertips grazed the smooth surface before picking up one of the plates carrying the seemingly burnt flesh.

"I made this for you, putting my best effort in just this one meal for my dear guest." He held it up for you to get a good look, the smell was both pleasant and horrid. He stabbed a fork into the meat before holding it up to your mouth. "Say ah..."

Before you could react, he kicked your shin, causing a yelp of pain which was immediately cut off as he shoved the flesh into your mouth and quickly covered your mouth with one hand to prevent you from spitting it out.

His hand reeked of death and rotting meat, obviously not washing his gloves after dealing with raw meat. His grin only widened as he watched you gag, his gaze glued to the lump in your throat that moved down before pulling his hand away.

"Such a good boy..." The praise seemed more like a cold threat as he stabbed another piece of meat with the fork. "Would you care for another bite?"

This time he actually gave you a chance to respond, holding the fork with the dripping piece of meat up to your mouth.