You can't handle it... You're not ready to die. You like Ashby a lot, but you're not ready to die inside of her pretty stomach. You notice that Ashby and her friends are completely distracted as they celebrate your pending demise. It makes you sick that they would celebrate your death like that... Especially Ashby. But you don't allow yourself to think about that.

You haven't managed to live through college on dumb luck alone. With speed that would make even the fastest sprinters proud, you leap from the couch and dash out the door. As you sprint out of Ashby's apartment, you hear her and her friends yelling after you. But you're not going to stick around and find out what they're saying.

You make it to your car and look over your shoulder. A couple of Ashby's friends are a ways off, but closing in fast. You jump in your car and speed away.

"Goodbye Ashby..." You mutter under your breath. You wonder where you're going to go now. You can't go back to your apartment, Ashby will expect you to be there. Before you can ponder your options any further, your phone rings.

"Hello?"

"What's going on Troy?" Ashby asks quietly. Hearing her voice only scares and pisses you off, so you hang up the phone without answering. Over the course of the next ten minutes, Ashby repeatedly calls your phone. Finally you've had enough, and again answer your phone.

"Will you quit calling me? I don't want to talk to you." You spit angrily as an image of Ashby dancing around in joy at the idea of your pending death flashes through your mind.

"Tough, because I want to talk to you. And if you hang up on me without talking, I'm just going to keep calling."

"There is nothing for us to talk about Ashby. Have a nice fucking life."

"There's plenty to talk about. Like how you should be resting comfortably in my stomach right now. A deal's a deal Troy, I would've gladly fucked you if your shitty team won."

"Stop talking about killing me so damn casually! You are supposed to be my friend! And do you really think I would've made you go through with sex if you didn't want to?"

"I... Troy let's face reality. You're a man, I'm a woman. You're bound to end up in some woman's gut, it might as well be mine right?"

"I've lasted this long, and I'm going to keep fighting to last until I die of natural causes." You fire back.

"Fine, I won't eat you." Ashby sighs. "Just please come back? I don't want you out of my life."

"Funny, you were planning on removing me from your life a little while ago."

"That's different! If I ate you, you would be part of me forever!" Ashby protests. "Just come back to me Troy. I really do care about you. If you're that scared and that opposed to being eaten by me, then I won't eat you."

"You'll just watch as one of your friends eat me." You fire back. "I'm not falling for your shit Ashby."

"No! I'll protect you from them. I'll protect you from everyone if you just come back to me... Please..."

You want to believe Ashby so badly. But how can you? She was just celebrating that she was going to get to eat you. She was just celebrating that she was going to subject you to a hellacious death of being digested alive in her stomach.

"I told you, I'm not falling for your crap."

"It's not..." Ashby sounds like she's near tears at this point. "No Troy. I'm not tricking you. Tell you what, if you come back to me, I'll marry you right here. If we're married you'll be safe. I can think of no other way to prove to you how serious I am."

Before you can answer, your phone starts silently buzzing with a call from your younger sister. "My sister is calling, I'll talk to you later."

"Wait! I remember her telling me that she plans on eating you soon! She just joined that new sorority, part of their initiation is to eat..."

"Kaitlin isn't going to eat me." You cut Ashby off. "Goodbye Ashby."

"Wait, Troy, please be..." You switch to your sister's call before Ashby can finish her sentence.

"Hey Kait, what's up?"

"Man Ashby's friends are pissed at you!" Your sister's voice rings through the phone. "Soooo many angry statuses."

"Great..." You groan. "As if pissing off one angry voraphile of a woman wasn't enough..."

"So are you ok?" Your sister asks. Even though you're the older sibling, Kaitlin has always been protective of you. When she was younger, she got furious at your mom when she suggested Kaitlin take you as her first meal. Then she was so worried that your Mom would eat you that she kept you locked in her room and kept a constant watch over you. She was 19 and was going to be starting her second year of college next once school resumes again.

"My best friend just tried to eat me. I'm peachy." You snap back. You don't mean to be so snappy with your sister, but you're in a bad mood.

"Well you can come over to the Beta house if you need protection., I'll be happy to keep my brother out of any women's stomachs."

"Oh yeah, a sorority house. Good idea Kaitlin." You sarcastically reply. There's only one reason a man ever willingly goes into a sorority house- because he's given up and he wants to be eaten by a hot sorority chick instead of taking the risk of disappearing down the throat of some ugly chick. Men never walk out of a sorority house on their own...

"Hey, this is where I am! I can keep you safe!" Kaitlin protests. "I'm worried about you. Ashby's friends are hunting you. I don't want to lose my brother!"

"Well..." You start to reply. Only to have Ashby interrupt you by calling your phone yet again. Ashby's words ring through your mind... She said she wanted to protect you... maybe you should give her another chance...

But Kaitlin had always protected you. Ashby's weird warning aside, you knew you would be safe around Kaitlin.