An unwitting Betrayal

Randy who'd come to think of himself as king of the mountain, trudged through the snow a little more slowly today. It's the right of any man who's been pissed on to walk with a bit more trepidation after such an event. It naturally makes a person question their motives, and there's not a soul in the world who should be walking a mountain hastily and with a disturbed mind. Not only that but his contact, was currently under ****. Olympias and her gang were brow beating Elizabeth into submission, but after some time the giant seemed satisfied, and descended down the chair lift with her pack in tow. "That looked unpleasant."

Elizabeth straightened out her jacket, frazzled but not unbent by her confrontation. "They wanted all by BP to show my loyalty, luckily I only had one left." She looked at him, her sensitive eyes saw the hurt in his own. "What's the matter? I heard you got your original bed mate back, trouble in paradise?"

Randy shrugged. "I always thought a guy with as big a dick as me shouldn't complain about anything."

"That's very profound." She teased. "Complain anyway."

"I'm just trying to do what I believe is the right thing now, but... I'm not having any luck."

"What's the right thing?"

"To destroy this show."

"That is the right thing." Elizabeth pat him on the shoulder. "What brought this about? We've been together a few times, and you never struck me as a well of introspection."

He felt awful for how he fell into his current situation. It all seemed so horrible to him that it should have been obvious from the beginning. But he was so entrenched in his life style, the reward and the goals, that he couldn't see beyond it. Plus Skylar's seasons always ended in bliss, no matter how much she tortured and tormented her prey. The ends justify the means, and all that. "It's pretty simple, I caught the bug for Boudica. I wanted her to be mine, so I told her I'd help her out. She convinced me to sneak into Skylar's room to steal some photos of the show bible, and when I was in there.... it's different for us. For the cast. We can see things humans can't see, and... to me her room just looked like a heart of evil pumping misery into the universe."

Elizabeth couldn't help but remember her own history, the history the world had spun for her. She imagined her castle felt the same way to others. Though unlike her, Skylar had done some very real harm. "I trust that you believe that's true. Did you get the bible?"

"I did." Randy shuddered. "I sent it to Boudica, but had to delete it off my own phone."

Tingles.

"Boudica has it?"

"Sure, but she's in no state to make use of it. She makes one hell of a bimbo, but they're not the breed for strategizing."

"Are you able to do anything within the show to actually harm it?"

"What do you mean?" Randy dared to hope.

"I don't know... are you in charge of anything? Do you have access to... these producer people, or the audience?"

"No one have access to the producers, they contact us. I doubt even Skylar has seen them."

"Then the audience."

"I mean... other than my twitter account no, they're everywhere."

"There are other shows right? Other seasons and hosts."

"Yes, what about them?"

"Exactly, what bout them? When I joined there was that thing with Morgan, she escaped, but Joan of Arc got her back by going to the other host. Can't that host do something else to hurt her?"

He shrugged. "I mean, anyone who's in a season is in that world... kind of cut off from things. Put people who aren't active sure... and there is always Trevor's show. It's where hosts who are currently working on projects go to talk directly with the audience."

"Yes, that's it. Go to one of them, get on that show, talk to the audience, do something to derail this season."

He frowned. "If we mess up the season, it's not going to be good news for us. There was a season that didn't finish, and it was just a nuclear crater when the producers were done cleaning it up. Staff, contestants, everything was wiped. It'd be worse than letting the show go on."

Even Elizabeth's sweetness was being pushed to it's limits. It was so hopeless. Then what do we do? "How are you going to help?"

"By getting you out, they can't get you then... is the hope."

Now it made sense. "That's why you went to Erica, because Joan could actually escape. I'm guessing the shuttles won't do it?"

"Nothing in this place can help us, it's all from Skylar."

"Hmm." Elizbeth rubbed her chin. "You just gave me an idea."

"What kind of Idea?"

"Do you know a way to get extra BP? I'd need 10 to try it."

She could see the infernos of hope ignite in his eyes. "What's the idea?"

"I can't tell you... I don't even want to say it out loud." She looked towards a camera. "For obvious reasons."

"Oh." He chucked. "I don't even notice them. Okay." He rubbed his chins. "Okay yeah, there are a few ways for Contestants to earn the stuff if they're low. They can get pretty ****, though, especially if they're worth 10BP."

Elizabeth grinned, with a mouth full of malice. This was not the supernatural cruelty, and bloodlust she'd slipped into since entering this game. This came from her own hatred, her own convictions, and her own frustration. She felt warmed by it, even as the snow fluttered about. "I think I've been on the sidelines enough Randy. I'm ready to start playing."

---

"Oooh Skylar." Lucifer rested his shoulder against the wall of the lobby as Olymias fought off a ferocious creature with her fists. Helen was behind her, backed against a wall and shivering.

"Yes, Lucifer?" Skylar popped in next to him, with a mint on a pillow.

Casually he grabbed the chocolate mint and began to unwrap it. "I can't help but notice that there is a creature hunting down my harem." He popped the mint into his mouth.

"Yeah I noticed that." She tilted her head. "He's not one of mine."

"Should I be concerned?" He considered himself for the moment. "Now that Helen is in first place... I'm jealous... horny... and too bored to do anything about it."

"Well I mean a supernatural creature is attacking and draining your harem of its beauty, some masters would rise up against that..."

"Man." He crumpled up the mint wrapper and threw it on the ground. "Some guys have all the fun..."

Mary had been hiding behind a couch as Olympias fought with the creature, but her ears suddenly twitched. She noticed the wrapper land on the ground and suddenly couldn't take her eyes off it. "Litter." She whispered to herself, entranced by the debris as a teenager would be by a pair of panties hitting the floor. Feeling brave, driven by her compulsion, she began to crawl towards the wrapper. Her tail dug into her back, furious she'd choose now to pick it up. She inched closer, her pussy pulsed. Just a little closer, she was anticipating the pulse of joy she'd get from picking it up. So close to master too! She'd look up, and he'd be there, and he'd see what a good job she did.

The beast's head jerked to the side as Mary came out of hiding. Olympias saw an opening and swung. However, her wide swing gave the creature plenty of opening to grab her by the armpit and hurl her against the fireplace. She hit the ground like a rag down, and in moment the creature was on top of Mary. Its speed was supernatural.

"Noo!" Mary cried, stretching her hand out. She could almost touch it! Almost!

Almost...

Lucifer looked back at Skylar. "I mean is this a challenge to see if I'll protect them or something?"

"You don't have to prove yourself to them... however there is the whole... love thing we talked about."

He rolled his eyes. "I'm working on it, okay, you should have seen how I handled Erica, I got her eating out of my hand now, plus Boudica, plus Elizabeth, Olympias is incapable of love, so I count that as a win. I'm doing fiiiiiine. This guy is kind of pissing me off though." He tilted his head to the side as he attached his mouth to Mary's cunt and began to suck.

---

Armed with knowledge Elizabeth returned to the lodge, she didn't even bother skiing. She could wait, the anticipation would have been too much. She needed to execute on this plan, right here and now. She was shivering, salivating, she felt like a predator on the hunt. First, the BP, then Skylar.

However when she entered the lobby something was amiss.

For her it was the monster sucking on Mary’s shriveled red cunt. Lucifer and Skylar looked on as apathetic as golf spectators.

Half panicked she check the room. Helen and Cleopatra were both sneaking out towards the shops, Olympias was **** by the fireplace.

Maybe skiing was a good idea after all…

“Do something!” Elizabeth tried to stir up the passion in Satan that had saved them from the Christmas special.

He rolled his eyes like she’d asked him to paint the fence. Regardless he rolled his sleeve. “Hey buddy! That’s my maid!”

As an Angel Lucifer was of course S-Tier. He had everything going for him, speed, strength, glory. He was the peer of the likes of Michael, Gabriel, Uriel, and only one stood above him, and that was Metatron whose true name was Lesser Yahweh.

Lesser Yahweh.

These were the heights of Lucifer’s power. He commanded the beast of the end times who was given power to wage war against the saints, Joan of Arc included.

His power was indescribable, his reach unlimited, his conquests innumerable.

He was the morning star, his wings were bleached white by the first light, the first thing it ever shineth upon.

But as a human he was a trash tier bottom. He’d spent half of the last month in jail and the other half in his room. Fucking doesn't burn that many calories. He was out of shape, and in the perfect condition to get his ass whooped.

This was made evident when a single blow from the creature sent him flying against a wooden rail,

“Memento Mori, master.” Skylar chided. “Momento Mori.”

“Ooooh fiddle stick!” Elizabeth cursed and sprinted down the hall just behind Helen and Cleopatra.

The monster wasted no time with Lucifer, and sprinted after them!

Helen took charge, leading down the hall and towards the stretch of shops, salons, and amenities. “Into the tanning booth quick!”

——-

Lucifer grumbled and got to his feet. “When I get my hands on your boss…” He shot Skylar a ferocious glare.

She yelped and vanished.

All alone now. He walked over to Mary’s desicated body. She was shriveled and pruned like an old woman, with grey hair to match. Raspily she was still softly moaning, a victim of pleasure. He tapped her with his foot. “How are you ever going to marry me in this state?”

“M-masssster.” He wheezed.

“Hmph.” He turned his attention instead to, Olympias who at least still claimed to serve him. He took her and, with a great effort, dragged her onto the couch.

Feeling a bit possessive, he sat next to her and rubbed her forehead with his hand for a few moments. His hand trailed into her hair, prying her braids loose, instill they spilled out around her like a bed of flowers.

Gently her eyes fluttered and opened.

“Hey, there big lady.”

She breathed deeply, and closed her eyes once more. “He got me.”

“Same.”

“Helen!” Olympias was halfway to her feet by the time he got hold of her.

“Calm down, she’s okay.” The lie came as easily as an exhale to him. She at once believed it an exhaled his own worry.

“Good.”

“It feels weird to touch you like this, and for there to not be another miserable girl around.”

Olympias looked over at Mary. “I wouldn’t say that.”

“I saw what you did for your son.”

“Ah.” She smiled bitterly and closed her eyes. “Come to mock me for my weakness?”

“I’m trying to decide if it’s weakness or foolishness.”

“It’s neither. Alexander is my strength. Destroying my legacy because I fear what this show would do to me in the afterlife? That would be weak, that would be foolish.” She paused, by now Lucifer had come to know his property and realized she was blushing. “Today’s events have left me lustful….”

“Ah of course.” He smiled. “The humiliation of sharing your feelings.”

She didn’t like the sound of that smile. “The humiliation of being defeated by that thing.”

“Of course. That’s good then, I would hate to talk further on a subject you did not approve of. This situation changes my opinion of you. Where does this caretaker quality come from? I assumed your devotion to your son was because heput you close to power.”

This was a conversation she couldn’t have laying down or blind. She sat up. “It’s because I love him, he’s my boy, do you understand that?”

“I’m afraid I don’t. I only ever loved God and myself, and we know how that ended. I honestly don’t know how Skylar thinks any of you can compete.”

“Ah.” Olympias smiled. “You are not as complicated as you would have yourself believe.” She knew this would be dangerous territory. He didn’t enjoy embarrassments much as her pussy. “There are many people in this world who think themselves unworthy of love. Their numbers are legion and I myself am just a foot soldier in their ranks, but I suspect you are our general.”

“You lessened the impact of that insult brilliantly. Place us together, and then putting me at the head?” He whistled, awfully impressed.

“And you’re dodging the truth with equal grace, Husband.”

"What's to love?" He sighed and let his head lol to the side. "Besides, love is a fickle thing, it's not the all-conquering love you've been led to believe in. Except yours, obviously."

"Mine is the love of a mother. It's the kind you don't get a choice in, though I hear the normal kind is the same for some."

"Then it shouldn't matter if I think I'm worthy of it or not. It's really not something I'm worried about Olympias. I don't feel some great emptiness inside of me. I have a lot to keep myself occupied."

She gave him a look. "I could have sworn when you entered this show, you said you were in a rut, and looking for something new."

"Olympias, let's drop this. This isn't where I wanted the conversation to go."

"Good." She gave him a gentle tap on the shoulder with her fist. "Because if love was your prize at the end of the game, I think I'd be out of luck."

"You don't love me." He grinned.

"And I don't think I ever will."

"Shame."

At this she sat back from him, and rested her back against the armrest. One of her long legs crossed over the other, and now she looked very business like. The tender moment they'd had where he'd been tending to her was over now. Neither had even spoken of it, acknowledged it. No one except Olympias' mons which burned with the humiliation of such vulnerability. "There's more to a marriage, to a partnership than love."

"You've said this before."

"Well things have changed since then, I feel lust now. Lust for you, these women, the power we have over them. Who knows, maybe with that final transformation, I really will love you. I've changed, as much as I hate to admit it."

"Hmph." He crossed her arms. "I have caught you smiling."

"Unthinkable, right? I don't think I'm the unbreakable, unbearable woman I was when I entered this show."

"So what are you getting at?"

She cleared her throat. "I ask you to show me your favor. Pick me as your wife. Fufill your desires with those who've given me their loyalty, and deny Eve, Erica, and Boudica, for just three weeks."

This sent him into a fit of chuckles. She hadn't changed that much, eye on the prize even with a head injury. This was another one of those moments where she tried to tell him what he needed. "I thought you said you've changed."

"I have, I will. You need only tell me what you want from me, and that's what I'll become."

He chuckled again. "You monkeys don't get it. I don't WANT anything from you, none of you have anything of value to me."

"Listen to me when I speak." She raised her voice slightly. "I'm asking you Satan, what do YOU want. This show is supposed to fulfill your wish. You claim you just enjoy seeing is suffering, but that's no different than when we were in hell. You want more."

"You're..." He wanted to fend off her advance, but had nothing for it. All these women were so blinded by their repulsion of him, they never even bothered to look.

"What do YOU want lucifer, and how can I give it to you?"

---

Three tanning beds opened up, and the contents of those buzzing beds came spilling out. Elizabeth, Helen and Cleopatra stuck to the ground and only dared to raise their heads enough to check to make sure the coast was clear.

"Clear." Helen hissed.

"What was that thing!" Cleoaptara flailed.

"I have no idea, but Skylar didn't seem too bothered by it." Elizabeth checked the hallway, no creature. Helen knew what she was doing.

"Maybe it's a challenge. They throw these in sometimes for bonus points, like when Mary and Erica found the dragon. Maybe we find a way to defeat it... or it could be last girl standing." She was currently the top of the leader board, which meant she was actually smarter than her normal self. At least Easy A was working to her advantage. She reached out and on a whim slapped Cleopatra on the ass.

"Last girl standing?" Cleopatra looked anxiously between the two women.

"It'll probably be Eve." Helen said, putting her mind at ease. "She's been lost for a few days now. So I think we should find a way to beat it."

"I don't even know what that was." Elizabeth checked the salon for some kind of weapon or hint. Just scissors.. and eyelash curlers. "Some kind of Vagina Mosquito?" She picked up a hair curler, and for some reason, the device made her thing to Boudica's wavy red hair. "Ooooh." She bit her lip, and looked over at the other two.

"What?" Cleopatra knew instantly that Elizabeth had the answer. She'd been in politics enough for that.

"We need to find Boudica."

"Why?" Helen raised an eyebrow.

"We just do." Scissors in hand, she exited with Salon. What she wasn't willing to tell the other two was the information she'd gained from Randy. Boudica now had the Show bible saved on her phone. Surely that had everything they were looking for.

Neither of the other two dared to leave the group, and were quick to follow up on her heels. Maybe Olympias had broken them of independent thought? Maybe not, she could feel their eyes looking for where they'd insert the dagger when the time came.

The doubled back to the lobby, where Master and Olympias were making out. The giant must have felt the presence of Helen because her eyes opened up. "Helen!" She called cheerily.

"Told you she was okay." Lucifer drew her back into the lip lock.

Helen just rolled her eyes, and made her way to the elevator with the other two.

"You're really going to leave them like that?" Cleopatra cocked an eyebrow.

"I have a feeling they'll be safe." The beauty then reached over to take Cleopatra's hand in her own.

"That's friendly." Elizabeth teased. As she said it she reached out to grope on of Cleopatra's breasts.

"We're friends." Helen smiled.

"Plus she had her tongue up my ass yesterday, so hand-holding is, like, nothing." Cleopatra gasped, as Helen began to grope her other breasts, both girls now had her pressed against the wall. Neither seemed fully aware of what they were doing. Stupid trait!

Elizabeth by far the least corrupted of the harem blushed at the immodesty of the confession. Even as she groped Cleopatra "I guess I know how you got all those points." She couldn't help but notice that neither girl would look her in the eye. Their eyes were trained on their feet, so they couldn't catch her eye in the reflection of the elevator. "Are you two really concerned I'd hypnotize you at a time like this?" She was momentarily shaken by the lack of intimacy the hypnotism treat might have left her with."

"We don't trust you yet," Cleopatra confessed.

"And neither does Olympias." Helen added. "So don't expect us to drop our guards just because you gave her 1BP. By the way, telling us the plan? Would, have been a grand time to build some of that trust."

Elizabeth huffed, and intentionally stared Helen in the face. "You'll have to forgive me. That ambush didn't earn my trust either."

Cleopatra was the one to break the tension, she filled with elevator with giggles. "This really is a cruel show. I almost miss being an insane pervert. It took so much of this away. I was so horny and crazed all the time I could just ignore all the hurts, and mistrust between us all. It's fucked up. They **** us to build up all this bad blood between us, and then bind us together forever."

Helen didn't find it so funny. "At the start of all of this, I said we should work together, to make sure everyone survives. And no one listened to me." Her brow was set low, mad did not look good on her. She'd aged so much over the past month. Maybe it was the pregnancy hormones. But she looked hagared, worn out. Who could blame her? Ever since the audience gave her that trait, she'd been under attack. Out of everyone, it's possible she entered with the most innocence. Now Elizabeth could hear its ghost in the rasp of her voice.

Feeling courageous beyond courageous, she reached out and touched Helen's hand. "Had I been there, I would have joined you."

---

"Knock knock." Cleopatra rapped at the door of the honeymoon suite.

There was a sweet voice on the other side. "Like, who's there?"

"Boudica it's me." Helen spoke up. "There's a monster out here, I lost my card, let me in."

"Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm." Boudica hummed dramatically for maybe two minutes straight. Thank goodness they weren't being chased. "A monster eh? Tehehe. How do I like, know you're not the monster?"

"By the gods!" Cleopatra groaned. "There's a peep hole, just look at us."

"Ooooh hahaha, Duh BouBou! Hmm let's see here... one cutie, one big nose, and one fatty. Yep, that's them tehehe."

"I'm 160, that's a ridiclious standard to."

"Not now, Elizabeth." Cleopatra said.

"Ooooookay." The door clunged. "There goes the lock and here we come!"

"What's that supposed to..."

The door flew open, and a grinning Boudica and Erica were on the other side. They were looking rough, not the pillars of womanly beauty they’d advertised in the promos. The looked like the after images of meth photos.

The two were pale, gaunt, with papery skin. Their hair was thin and greasy, their teeth crooked and yellowed. Erica’s looks were bouyed a bit thanks to the resilience of the teenage body, but even the bimbo in Boudica couldn’t keep her assets from sagging. The two were naked and smelled like sex.

“Ooooh, poo.” Elizabeth gasped.

“The master is like, soooo hungry you guys!” Boudica announced. She and Erica lunged forward. Skeletal hands gripped Cleopatra, and started pulling her inside.

“Hey!” Helen grabbed Cleopatra too. Apparently whatever the creature had done to them only affected their looks. They were strong and healthy as ever, Helen found herself sliding inside as well!

Elizabeth sensed something and looked away from this fracus and to the side. There she saw him, lumbering slowly up the hallway. “He’s here!” She cried out.

Helen looked over too and gasped. “They were stalling us!” Oh the Shame! Out smarted by a bimbo. While Boudica was playing with them at the door, Erica was contacting the creature. “Help me!”

“Mmm mmm!” Cleopatra’s face was buried in the pimply expanse of Boudica’s sagging cleavage.

Elizabeth wrapped her arms around the queen’s waist and they PULLED!

She came loose, the three of them went clattering on the floor.

“You saved me!” Cleopatra breathed fresh air once more! She jumped to her feet, and pulled Elizabeth up. “Elizabeth you’ve earned my, aaaaah!”

Easy come easy go.

She was on her feet for the moment it took for the creature to tackle her. He pinned her arms above her head. He then stared Cleopatra straight in the eyes, another moment passed and the goddess was a slack jawed zombie.

“It’s a vampire!!!!!!” Elizabeth screamed, recognizing her own ability.

It’s dubious if you could call what Cleopatra was wearing an outfit thanks to her tainted tailoring trait, regardless with a sweep of his claws the beast tore it to shreds, exposing her sex. He lowered himself onto her, and a long sickly tongue wormed its way inside of her,

“A sex vampire.” Helen cringed, taking a step back.

“Woooohoooo!” The sickly Boudica cheered with mirth and sweetness that contradicted her sickly appearance. “Run and scream and kick and cry, master’s gonna suck you dry! Gooooo master! Wohoooo!”

Encouraged by this cheer, the vampire went to work. Like a mosquito he began to drain the beauty from Cleopatra. Well… the outer beauty. No one can take your inner beauty from you… except the hosts.

She began to shrivel like the others. Her toned brown skin, less athletic as it clung to her ribs and other bones. Her nose naturally took the brunt of the attack. Far too big already for some, it grew to encompass more of her face, it bent downwards and grew crooked, like the nose of a witch.

When she was adequately disfigured the creature looked up from his meal. Erica and Boudica were starting down at him overcome with adoration. Helen and Elizabeth were just making their way around the corner on the opposite end of the hall.

“Sunlight! We have to find sunlight!”

“No!” Helen argued, her light feet sounded like featherfalls on the wood. “It’s almost sunset, we have to get garlic, from the kitchens.

Uninvited, Elizabeth realized that Helen resting her feet on Elizabeth’s face would have made a clove of garlic a delicious little snack.

“Ugh, bad brain! Okay let’s find the stairs!”

There was a scraping behind them. Nails on board.

“He’s here!” Helen screamed, one hand held fast on her belly. “I’m too pregnant for this! Skylar help!”

The two of them were suddenly on a rollercoaster. Immediately they gripped the railing as the car inched higher and higher up a hill. Skylar was sitting between them wearing a pair of mouse ears. “Worry not girls.” She said lighting a cigarette, and placing it in, Helen’s mouth. “It’s just a plastic egg, you can smoke and horseback ride to your hearts content!”

“Helen sipped from the scotch Skylar had given her. “Good to know.”

“Okay! Okay!” She tapped their shoulders excitedly. “Arms up! Here comes the drop. Wheeeeeeeeee!”

“Aaaaaaaaaaah!”

“Aaaaaaaaaaaah!”

——-

——-

“Aaaaaaaaaaaah!” The beast took a swing at Elizabeth and only missed them by inches!

“Stop running! He’s hungry!” Erica called from down the hallway. Her, Boudica, and now Cleopatra were running after them.

Helen pointed up ahead. “The lounge! there’s a window!”

“Got it!” Elizabeth was regretting those forty pounds now! Thighs chaffing, breasts quaking! Thank goodness she’d lost her big breasts in the transformation!

She could see it! A window! Lined up perfectly with the setting sun! She just needed to rip the curtain away, and it was lights out for the vampire!

Yards away!

Feet on boards.

Feet away, claws inching forward.

Inches away!

Reach for the curtain!

There! The linen was in her hand! She ripped it off of its rod, and let the sun shine in!

She turned to see Helen on the floor, pregnant stomach exposed as the creature feasted on her beauty.

She’d misjudged the light. The angle of the windows now cast shadows over the monster, The dim embers of dusk clawed and growled at him, but he was safe.

“No.” The countess whimpered and pressed her back to the window. Its light felt like a forcefield. She was **** to watch as he sucked on Helen.

And sucked.

And sucked.

“Okay, she’s not that beautiful!”

Regardless of what Elixabeth's opinion on the matter, the vampire kept sucking and Helen never grew less beautiful to the eye. Her reserves were endless, as Aprhodite had proclaimed she was the most beautiful. The most glorious thing on this earth, she could not be blemished, could not dull. This had been her promise to Paris.

As a result the creature finally found something that could quench his thirst. Over the course of minutes his white hair was rejuvinated, and became a brilliant blonde. His skin grew taught around his frame, seemingly filling with fat and muscle. His skin turned form a whitish blue, to a redish peach. His face grew less, wrinkled, it sat correctly on his face. And even through half of his face was hidden between Helen's legs, he never stopped staring at Elizabeth.

Then with the last sliver of light passing behind the mountain, Elizabeth reconized him.

She gasped, and pressed herself tighter against the window. The glass and wood groaned, in protest. "No!" She cried, looking away. "No! This can't be! You're not! How?"

Then she froze, a soft shiver running through her. Her horrified expression turned into a knowing smile. She opened her eyes and looked at the feasting vampire before her. "My love! I told you, you'd be hungry when you woke up!"