Big flower, Little shop

"Feed me," came a deep voice.

"Hello?" John followed the sound to the back room.

Inside the room marked employees only was a giant flower bud covered with thorny vines. Closer examination revealed thorns within the flower petals almost like teeth or fangs.

"Who's there?" John said.

The plant began to move, "Me!" It said.

"Holy crap!" John jumped back.

The plant's petals were withered. "The name is Andrea," it said in a deep voice, similar to a black baritone.

"What do you need? Water? Plant food?" He looked at the thorny teeth, "Flies?"

"No!" Said Andrea banging it's vines against the floor, "People!"

"Shit, why would I help you?"

The plant opened its toothy flower bud, a parody of a mouth. "Because I heard what you told Olive. 'Just browsing'? Bullshit! You want to go to prom. No one asked you. That crazy dyke couldn't tell a love sick boy from a crab apple."

John took a step back from the bigoted flower. "What are you saying?"

"I can help you. Bring me people to eat and you'll get your date. The best you can hope to find. All you have to do is give me people, you can even choose those who deserve it."