He woke up on a bed in a small room. There were no sheets on the mattress. He was sure there had been yesterday.
Oh, delightful yesterday.
Maybe she’d taken them away to clean them. He looked around the room. His clothes were gone, too. Strange.
The room had two doors. One leading out of the cabin, where he came in. The one on the other side of the room was half open. There was a stairway, going down to some kind of basement.
He walked through a long underground hallway. There were tubes and machinery, like old fashioned industry. A familiar smell filled the air. He couldn’t really put his finger on what it was, but it smelled good.
Further down he could see a big pot. As he got closer, he realized what the smell was. Chocolate. He loved chocolate. This girl was awesome, and full of surprises. She had a chocolate factory, in the middle of the forest.
I’ve found the love of my life.
The pot blocked the way. He could hear the girl singing on the other side, her soft voice refreshed the memories from last night. So cute, yet so naughty. She had been amazing.
A hatch opened in the floor. A ladder went down to a tunnel underneath the pot. He smiled, and started climbing down. When his hands met the third step they got stuck. Something sticky held them fast. He heard laughter above. The girl was looking down at him.
-Hey! he said, happy to see her. -There you are. My hands are stuck.
She smiled. Pulled a lever. He heard the sound of metal slide against metal. The pot was inclining towards him. Drops of melted chocolate came over the edge, burned when they hit his face. The pot kept moving. Boiling hot chocolate came pouring down, scolding his skin. Covering his face. His head. His naked body.
As the burning pain started fading he could hear the girl laugh. A childish laugh of expectation and joy. When the chocolate hardened he was already dead. A chocolate man ready to be eaten.
http://www.geniuskitchen.com/recipe/chocolate-gingerbread-men-334306
https://www.chocolatemonthclub.com/chocolate-history.htm
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Man eating Girl on ‘International Women’s day’, how appropriate. Death by chocolate every woman’s dream or not?
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It is indeed a good day for making chocolate men. Didn’t even think of the connection until now. Must be my subconsciousness 😀
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Chocolate on the outside. Bones, muscles, and guts on the inside. What was Miss Hershey thinking?
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Every girl to her taste…. She might even have tried it before 😀
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I think your writing is getting more brilliant. Not a “black widow” here…a “chocolate widow.” I’d say yum, but I wouldn’t eat any of it.
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Thanks a lot, George! You could just nibble the chocolate cover 😀
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LOL!
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I wonder if this chocolate dipped man sounds tasty to cannibals….
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Haha! I’ll imagine 😀
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Death by chocolate 🙂
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Haha! 😀
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Chocolate flavoured cannibalism, now that is something new!
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Thanks! Happy to have given the world a new gastronomic idea 😀
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And why not!
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wonderful ! and wonderfully told 🙂
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Thank you very much 🙂
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This excellent short story shows the importance of reading and encouraging children to read.
If the hero of this tale had read Roald Dahl’s Charlie and The Chocolate Factory, he’d learn to be weary and leery of people who own chocolate factories especially in odd places like cabins in forests (think Hansel and Gretel) or odd looking factories and estates outside town.
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😀 Probably. The chocolate factory of Willy Wonka did come to mind at some point. I don’t believe he ate anyone, though. Maybe he’d like it 😀
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That was an imaginative story. Sexual cannibalism using a chocolate shell to kill and cook… And the witch knew exactly what to do the morning after to get her victim in the right place. She must do it frequently. Nicely written.
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Thanks, Eduardo! She seems to have it all figured out in advance for sure. There’ s nothing like chocolate in the morning.
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Dramatic turn of events.✌
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It didn’t turn out quite as he expected, this morning. Thanks!
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delectably creepy…and hopefully delicious…
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Haha! Let’s hope so 😀
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Dudeeeeee……..
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😀
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What an exceptional narration!
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Thank you! 🙂 🙂
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Welcome!!
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I read this a few times yesterday when I clicked ‘like’. It is now one of my favourites with ‘The Little Devil’, both a masterclass in how to tell an effective story with an economy of words. Respect 🙂
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Thanks a lot, John! I really apreciate that. I wasn’t too sure about the idea when it first occured. Very happy to know it worked 🙂
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Was it dark chocolate??
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Of course! She’s a girl of good taste… 😀
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Come to think of it, that would be a better name… Hmmmmm….
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Hmm intriguing.
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Thank you.
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You are Welcome 👧👍
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Vorarephilia at its darkest and finest! I’ve always been fascinated by the close correlation between sexuality and food. It’s one of the oldest tropes in mythology and literature and one of the most intriguing for exploration.
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Thanks a lot! Food, sex and cannibalism…
She’s a kinky little girl, this one 😀
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Very unexpected 🙂 mazing
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Thank you 🙂
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Dead but delicious! Great little story.
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Thank you! There’s nothing like filled chocloate 😀
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That took a dark chocolate turn 🙂
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Haha! It did.
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