Last Supper

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The water began to warm up around me, and I had to fight against the vine straps to keep my bare skin from touching the edges of the hot cauldron. A native wearing nothing but a bone through his nose, vibrant tattoos and a chef hat peered down at me, smiling toothlessly. He frowned when he saw my discomfort, and leaned forward, whispering, “I am dreadfully sorry for your situation, old chap, but we are cannibals and you are food, and that is the way things are. Now, what do you think about an extra couple of bay leaves?”

I couldn't fault him on his taste, or his English, and wondered if he’d eaten many Englishmen before.

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