When Mikan awakes, she's in my lovely kitchen... strapped to her chair, obviously. Heavy leather strap, spared no expense. She awakens groggily, squirming futilely as her eyes squint. Ah, the moe! She sees me and demands an explanation. I move over from the stove, revealing what I was slaving over... a brown, fragrant soup. "Micchan" I say tenderly, "that McDonald's stuff is no good. You need a real meal." I scoop a hearty portion and place it in a bowl in front of her. As she's bound, I have no choice but to feed her. I spoon some up and lift it to her beautiful double-u'd lips. She reluctantly takes a sip. Her eyes go large. "Delicious! It's really delicious!" "Really? I'm so glad!" She quickly downs it all.
Mikan looks sad somehow. "You know, for some reason, it reminded me... of her." I smile brightly. "Of course. That's because it's Cream of Manabi stew." Mikan's eyes go black, as if she just realized something. She begins shuddering violently. The soup comes back up, splattering the table, and dousing her school uniform in a brown muck. She chokes and gags. I scold her. "That's no good, Micchan. You have to eat all of your dinner, or you won't get any dessert." As I say this I press my face next to hers, tasting her lips. They quiver in fright. And then I eat them. I eat her wonderful, cute lips. I don't stop there. Next her face, her ears, her fingers. Don't worry, she didn't feel too much pain, I put painkillers in the soup. But she knew. Sadly, she soon left this world. But how could I resist? After all, you are what you eat. I'm a lion. >:3