As you walked into the kitchen you glanced out the wide bay window to see a dark and
stormy sky. Rain poured in torrents against you new mansion prison. Silently you turn to
the fridge and begin rummaging for something to eat.
Oddly enough you can find only two things in the fridge however with your stomach
grumbling you decided you can't be to picky.
You remove the bowl of quivering purple jello which you surmise to be grape favored. As
you look at it in the light of the Kitchen you find that it looks even more appetizing. you
quickly grab a spoon and take a bite. The taste is sensational, it's the prefect blend of
bitter
and sweet, and you quickly eat another bite before grabbing the other item from the
fridge.
The other item was a large glass filled with a rich think juice. Wonderingly you sip it to
find
that it's passion fruit juice. the taste mixed with the after-taste of the jello makes
surprisingly makes you fell good.
As you eat and drink you find yourself watching the storm with interest something about
the way the dark clouds swirl and turn fills you with and dark pleasure. The more you eat
the stranger you feel. You begin to feel like smiling and such is totally pointless in the
world. You feel the darkness almost like it's pouring into you as you drink and eat our
meal. the more you eat the more you feel darkly pleasured