"WTF… ?! There is no fucking girl inside this shit box! What the heck is happening here, author!"

"Ah, my bad! I thought I would pump up the suspense even more by adding one more twist but it looks like it is slowly going into poop. Haha." Author here. "I am changing it all right, continue my dear friends and readers. Have a good day."

"Piss off, author! No one wants you interrupting the story flow!" The boy yelled at the author before he jumped back into the story. "Now then where were we?"

"What's the meaning of this, Ellen?" the boy turned to the evil girl and asked her out of surprise. "Are you playing me? Or are you playing with me?!"

He let go of her as he pushed her away out of his embrace. "Answer me, dammit! Where is my wife? You said she was in there, did you just lie to my f*cking face, b*tch!"

Tears welled up in both her eyes before they rolled down her cheeks all the way to her chin and onto her breasts instead of falling onto the ground. I, as author, said that to emphasise how big her chest size really is. She was sad and started sobbing as she couldn't take his rude behavior and attitude towards her.

She was petrified out of her wits but more than that she was feeling horrible about herself for making her beloved husband feel like shit because of her.

"Honey, you're misunderstanding this whole situation by jumping to drastic conclusions. At least give me a second to explain what is going on here! I would never betray or trick you not ever. It would be like stabbing myself in my guts and your words are twisting the knife further deep."

She pleaded by raising her hands and joining her palms in front of the boy like how the Hindus would beg for their god's blessing and mercy whenever they find time. And how the Muslims beg for Allah's grace all day long by performing namaz five times a day by making free time out of their busy schedules.

"That's enough of soap opera drama, let's talk about how you would like to be punished in my hands, wife." the boy said as he moved towards her. Zoe and Riley were both brimming with happiness and fulfillment seeing the boy getting angry at that new girl.

Grabbing her by her neck, he shoved her down onto the ground and ripped off her hand sleeves that were covering her beautiful, slick and tender arms.

"Hand pieces, looks yummy! I can't stop my mouth from drenching in my saliva. Be glad you're going into my stomach as my lunch. You must be very blessed by the gods to gain such an accomplishment."

The boy said before he took a bit of flesh out of the forearm muscles of her right hand by stapling his sharp millenium old teeth into her. She screamed in an unbearable amount of pain as he continued to feast on both her arms taking turns from right to left hand and to the right again.

He was chewing on immense palatable pleasure while she was lying beneath her screaming in terror and agony. The males in the room, that is Sir Nick and Ryan, tried to stop that monstrous deed but before they could proceed any further they were stopped by the females in the same room, namely senior Riley and junior Zoe.

"What are you two doing? Have you gone mad, both of you?!" Ryan said, gasping. Both Nick and Ryan were getting bench pressed under the bottoms of Zoe and Riley. They were facing the earth with the girls mounting on their back pinning them down to the ground.

While Zoe's slim but sexy body was enough to choke Ryan whole under it, Riley's thick and tight measured body was more than enough to do almost the same thing to Sir Nick. Or at least that's what Riley thought until he got up and stood back on his feet by making no visible effort whatsoever with her still sticking to his back.

"Can you get down, madam Riley. If the boy sees you with me like this, I'm afraid I'll be the next item in his menu list today." He said to Riley.

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"Figure out the highest place nearby and jump down from there, why don't you, you chicken piece of sh*t!" she said, getting off from his back on to the ground in one leap.

"I suggest you do the same, sir Ryan. Unless you want to see his insides up close when he devours you from inside out and eats you for his dinner." he turned to the next couple leaching onto the ground to warn Ryan.

Zoe got up away from Ryan thinking about the boy, she may think it was because she fears the boy that she moved away from Ryan but deep down she really can't think of anyone else sharing the bed with her other than the boy. Either he didn't know it yet or she knew and thought she could lie to herself and get away with it.

"You ladies still haven't answered my question yet. What the fuck was that all about? You acted like you were possessed by jealousy and passion towards the boy. Anyone can see you both have fallen deep for that little boy." Ryan argued with the girls.

"Exactly. You'll forgive me for being nosy. But what he said was on spot." Sir Nick added. "Why are you two acting like you are really his wives. He must've used hypnosis or some sort of black magic on you to bound you in his spell to keep both of you to himself."

"You guys need to dial it down a bit. Actually a lot. No one fell for that little d*ckless shit, you get that. Why would you even spout nonsense like that?!" Riley sounded her side of the argument in a real serious tone.

"Madam Riley, your face is fully reddened." Zoe said, getting amazed at the sight of her strict team leader getting shy because of love. It was such a trivial matter as far as Riley was considered till that day.

"Ah! Oh! Really! Yours too!" Riley replied back to Zoe. She was just as amazed seeing a usually-emotionless girl's face turning red and pink by the mere mention of the boy's name.

"What!?" Zoe said, as she touched every part of her face, starting from her eyes, ears, nose, cheeks and ending at her rosy lips. She was embarrassed with shyness and loveliness. All the while the boy was chewing and gnawing on the flesh that he teared out chunk by chunk out of the evil girl's arms.

It was like there was an invisible screen standing in the centre of the room dividing the two parties like the one god created that separates jinns from the humans. One party was Mr Nobody and Elen and the other one being the four idiots arguing within each other.

"Hey, asshole! Look here. You wimpy kid." Again author here. And by the way I called the boy asshole just to clarify.

"Haa! You again, how many times do I have to tell you nobody wants you here! Get the hell out!" the boy shouted at the author for interrupting his precious meal time. "Looks like I have to bring you some clarity on the issue! Haha! Let me show you what I'm made of! You may reconsider entering the story next time."

"Yeah? I don't think so. Who are you trying to scare? Me? You forgot that I'm the one who created you with that bitchy attitude of yours. Readers are really complaining about you and you're not making it easy for me to back you up, I'm telling you."

The author continued by turning to the other portion of the room where the four members of the team were stationed with their faces being ideal without any trace of any kind of emotion anywhere.

"And you! You guys are really confusing the shit out of the readers. And calm the heck down all of you. Now you do as I say or else I'm gonna tear you off my book, you got that?"

"Yeah." Zoe said.

"Sure." Ryan gasped.

"Ahem," Sir Nick was about to ask something but shut his mouth seeing the pissed off look on the author's face.

"..." Riley nodded showing a slight movement of her head up and down. We have to close in on her to observe and record that like a microscope for analysing the virus and bacteria.

"Now you all listen to what Elen has to say." the author said as he turned towards the first portion again but Elen had already lost consciousness along with litres of blood and both the muscles of her entire length of her arms.

Only bones were there attached to her shoulder sockets like a half skeleton brought back to animation. It was horrible and creepy and gory and I was reminded of the great Frankenstein at a single glance of that picture.

"Is… is she alive?! Or dead?!" The author breathed for some air after a long gap without inhaling any as he uttered those words. "Please tell me she's alive. I didn't kill her off yet. This is my freaking story. Why the heck are you all acting on your own, dogshits!"