Tear me apart. You know you want to. You see a victim on the floor, helpless, practically begging to be in your clutches. It is not everyday you get a live one, a human drugged out and ready to be consumed. You see my chest heave up and down, showing signs of life. You go down my legs, noticing characteristics that would indicate I am young. Fresh young meat was always your favorite. You know what to do. Take out a knife and slice my throat. Watch me try to cover my throat with my hands to stop the bleeding. It is a fruitless effort as the blood spews from my neck, killing me quickly. A lick of my blood gets you going so you can properly prepare me for consumption. You have your butcher knife in hand ready to slice and dice me to your liking. Where do you think you will start? My juicy thighs? My tender arms? My supple neck that you slashed? The choice is yours.